Book Anxious People Novels & Stories

Food and alcohol flowed freely, adding to the excitement. Thank God he owned a private box; else, the crowds and the noises would have driven him insane by now. Big crowds always made him feel even lonelier than usual. They made him anxious, and he had to spend several moments deep breathing until his heart rate settled. It wasn’t like that for most people. Most people were normal, but unfortunately, he wasn’t like them.

He opens his eyes wide and tells me, “No one had thought about that. I will call him now.” I smiled at him, and I watched as he got up and walked towards the office, looking for his cell phone. I sit on the couch, unable to articulate a single sentence. Mia tells me, “For the love of the goddesses, Emma. Would you mind silencing your brain? I can’t understand anything you’re thinking!” “I’m sorry, Mia. It’s the anxiety.” I watch as Mia sits down, frowns, and says to me, annoyed, “And since when have we suffered from anxiety?”

Aana's eyes widened upon hearing him. "Aana? How?" "When I saw Pearl's anxiety attacks. It broke my heart. you're there for her that's why her health stabilised after a while but there are many humans outside who go through the same issues. They get anxiety attacks because of the traumas they face. I wanted to make an online platform where they can share their problem without any fear and absolutely without paying any fee. I want them to get healed from those traumas and live a better life" Aana got blanked after hearing everything.

A bad premonition began to appear in the girl's mind so that anxiety was present without being able to be prevented. “Did Massimo have a lot of meetings today? Why am I even nervous? Ah, I better call him instead.” After saying that, the hazel-eyed woman immediately opened her bag and looked for a gadget. When she got the object, as soon as possible, Abby tapped the screen and then stared at it seriously.

The older stared at me for a long time, i felt anxious. "Am i being Melodramatic?" I asked softly. "No dear, you are troubled, you are very troubled Aurora. When you have a feeling that something bad is coming, when things have been good for too long, it's hard not to be anxious. The anticipation of the unknown can make you feel vulnerable and exposed, like you're standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground to crumble beneath your feet. You try to shake the feeling off, to convince yourself that it's just your imagination, but the unease lingers.

"So tell me, why the rush? You might have a bad breakup, but I doubt you would flee countries to stop yourself from seeing him again. I don't understand what is so crushing about the articles that it makes you want to leave. Help me." "I don't understand either." She lied. "I am...I got anxious." "For what? It's not the people." "No." "Then it's you." Her head snapped up, "Me?" "You are who is making you anxious. Probably from that life, you don't like to talk about, right?" "I..."

“Who is she? There must be something behind her unfriendly attitudes.” Ansel kept wrestling with his daydreams, with a million questions that made him even more confused. The business mathematical calculations didn’t provide a cause-and-effect formula that could give birth to premises about the peculiarity of Qeiza’s behaviors to him. “What the hell is this, Ansel?!” A high-pitched yell jerked of the doorless delusion of Ansel. He jumped in surprise with a pale face. A brown big envelope was sliding on the surface of the desk and moving fast towards him.

Again, I sensed the dangerous aura coming from the inside of the shop, and goosebumps spread through all of my body. Putting on a believable façade, I agreed with him, "That might be it!" His relieved smile made me feel a little guilty for lying, but not enough to stop me from going about it. "Come, sit with us, my Lady!" I don't want to sit. "Not yet, but thank you, Sir Arthur. I'm still too anxious to sit down, otherwise, I would end up hitting my foot on the ground non-stop," which often happens, if I'm being honest. Anxiety is something that has been with me since I was a little kid, just as much as my ADHD, making everything more difficult for me.

"It's better than I imagined . You are not actually mentally unstable , you are just scared and turn to have illusions of the people who caused you harm . This is termed as post traumatic stress disorder. It is a disorder that may occur to people who have witnessed or experienced a traumatic event .'' So what are we going to do . '' That would be a tale for another day.Right now i only have one question that is , what did you like doing before all this happened ?'' I loved to read. I remember reading Nancy Drew's stories and they were simply amazing. '' Really i love reading too . Why not give you a book to read and you would come and tell me what happened every day?'' That would be amazing

The sight of two men in black suits inside a bookstore was impossible to overlook. Aixa tightened her grip on the book in her hands, an old novel with a worn cover whose title she hadn't even had the chance to read. Her knuckles turned white. That familiar sense of discomfort returned, creeping up from the depths of her heart and tightening around her chest until it became difficult to breathe. It felt as though she no longer had any private space left, as though even the air she breathed had been measured and monitored. Piece by piece, her freedom had been taken away without her even realizing it.