Book Anxious People Novels & Stories

But I know I’m not the only one experiencing this. Many people in the world, especially young people experience mental or nervous breakdown. There is an anxiety attack or panic attack. There are people who are depressed and don’t know what to do. Many people need help but are not as focused as I used to be. Maybe it’s because people around them think they’re just acting. They may not have the money to consult, or they may be embarrassed to see because people may think they are crazy.

"Putting you on mute as we take a vote and discuss." I hope this is the quickest vote ever because I swear I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I don't know what plan B would be. All my eggs were in this basket. Until now, I always thought people with panic attacks and anxiety were full of bullshit. I believed in it; you must have something to care about to understand.

Abbey POV The train ride gets me even more anxious than I was before. I have been trying to mentally prepare for what I am about to encounter, but I honestly don’t know what will happen. I keep playing different scenarios in my head and how to respond to them, but hell, that man is insane. As I came in a hurry, my phone was almost without any battery, and I didn’t even know if I would be able to walk around London without it.

Not like it should be anyone's business but I have to clarify on my lack of diligence in my work because I appreciate everyone of you who spends money to read my book. I have been battling with anxiety for a while now due to some personal issues and I didn't know how bad it was until I had a health crisis last week which caused me to return back to my doctor. It has caused my blood pressure to shoot up for the first time in my life and I am just in my 20's which is not a good thing for me. To cut this short, I will be taking a month break in order to begin counseling and take my treatment more seriously. I will complete this book when I return, we have no less than 60 romantic chapters to go

“It's no piece of cake!” I leaned forward, invested. “Anxiety is something many of us deal with, and it's okay to seek help when you need it. For me, I find that deep breathing exercises, meditation, and staying active really help. It's also important to talk to someone you trust about what you're feeling—sometimes just sharing can make a big difference. And don't be too hard on yourself. It's a journey, and taking it one step at a time is perfectly fine." The next comment came in.

Chapter 116 A Crazy Idea /-Isla-/ “You've been so jumpy, Isla. Are you alright?” Elsie asked me. I shook my head. How could I feel alright when all I could were eyes everywhere I went? Like someone was freaking watching me. I wasn't sure how to explain it to Elsie. It didn't even make sense saying I had a panic attack because I felt like someone was watching my every move. “I don't know. I just feel anxious,” I told her. “I guess I'm not yet used to being around so many people.”

Jax reminded her. Annabelle glanced at Jax, gave a self-deprecating smile. “He’s just going on a business trip for a week. Why am I acting like it’s some tragic farewell?” It was more a rhetorical question than anything else, so Jax didn’t need to answer. But being the honest guy he was, he responded seriously: “I had a friend in a similar situation. Apparently, it’s a kind of compulsive behavior. When you get home, maybe try a hot bath, listen to some music, relax a bit and shift your focus. The boss can take care of himself—you don’t need to worry.”

Walk down any street in central and you'd have seen this guy and his swarm, same suit, same hairstyle, same grey demeanour. My eyes darted about the carriage, wondering whether anyone else had heard him or noticed him, but everyone buried their heads deeper, moved in tighter, seemingly oblivious to the fact this man had spoken aloud. As I stared at him and he stared right back at me, with his head tilted to one side at a strange angle, I became aware of the drum beat within my chest. An incessant pounding ballooned outwards, filling my ribcage, rushing into my ears. Anxiety gripped me hard and I desperately hoped that my overactive imagination was filling my head with conspiracy theories abo

Large rain drops started to fall on her as she started walking up the front steps. Cara stopped on the porch and looked all around the neighborhood, up and down the street the storm was growing and beginning to blow anything not anchored down all around. Cara felt her anxiety and apprehension growing. She began to take quicker more shallow breaths and her heart beat faster and faster. Cara began to feel light headed and as though she might pass out again. She had felt this way many times before. Every time she had passed out or slipped into some void. Every time before she had ended up lost and confused, robbed of any memories that would explain where she had gone and why.

“Maybe it was too soon to come back to work, Danny.” He shifted around to sit on the porcelain seat, face in hands that refused to stop shaking. Danny contemplated using one of the mindfulness apps on his phone, breathing prompters for people with anxiety, the kind of aides he recommended for his clients, and in what he considered an embarrassing act of self-defeat, he’d downloaded for himself. Danny abstained this time.