Ennui X Anxiety Novels & Stories

I brace myself for the worst of the worst, but I also try to expect the best because how bad could Ian actually be? He wouldn’t have done something awful. I’m basically at the edge of my seat but that’s just the anxiety. I’m just stressed. Today has stressed me. But I should be fine after I hear what truly happened. That’ll calm the nerves. “I am a bit hungry though, and my memory gets foggy when I'm famished.” I feel my anxiety transform into the kind of emotion that would have a vein building out of my head. I rein in that emotion and deadpan, “Liar.”

The man was unusual. Lately he is often silent and his face often shows anxiety, as if something is constantly bothering him. even when in the office, he doesn't look cheerful — he is usually always cheerful so that his employees share his enthusiasm. Instead of having a positive impact, this man is now the talk of the employees.

"But, is Aiden okay?" "Hum? Why? Of course he's fine!" "When he was little, Aiden's mother told me that he had an anxiety disorder." "What? Anxiety disorder?" "Yes, he panics easily and gets worried about things that don't necessarily happen. However, I don't know how he is now. I hope he's fine, because he-" "Anxiety disorder? But, how come he never said?" Nina thought. Nina was shocked, considering that she knew absolutely nothing about Aiden's further life. Despite what they've done and how they feel about each other, shr definitely doesn't really know Aiden.

I decide to break it. “Something has been on my mind for a while now.” “What is that?” she asks enthusiastically. It seems like she has also been uncomfortable with the silence. “It is about the foundation. Why? Why do you do it?” “I don’t know. I just feel somebody has to.'' She takes a brief pause and then continues. “I have suffered with anxiety issues my whole life. Ever since I was diagnosed nobody has quite understood what I go through, everyone just assumes it is something you can get over from quite easily. Like my father always says ‘just put yourself together it is embarrassing.’”

Noway, why would the mafia want me-" *BANG BANG* I am so nervous what will they do to me?, will I end up in the news headlines tomorrow morning? I decided to grab a knife and see who is it at the door. *click* I opened the door and tried to put on the nastiest look I could pull in hopes to scare the proclaimed mafia gangster "AAAAAAAAAGHHHH WHAT THE HELL, ANERIX!?" "WHAT?!" "ARE YOU CONSTIPATED? WHY ARE U MAKING THAT FACE, WHILE HOLDING A KNIFE??! You just scared the living shit out of me bro"

She was slowly trying to make Niall quit everything but Merylin's sudden visit made her think that she could make Niall think wisely. Till now everything was in her hand but now everything was slipping out. Lately, she had seen many people which kicked her anxiety. She was getting restless and had developed insomnia. She wanted to end this long played game before John arrived from his one-month business trip. She wasn't sure how should she start but seeing Carla in the same situation as her, made her think about different tactics she could apply to get rid of Niall.

“Excuse me! I am deeply offended by that statement…what do you want them for?” “Quinn, she’s upstairs in full meltdown…she suffers from anxiety thanks to everyone she’s ever been raised by…” Wendy gave a little hiccup of a startle at just how bad this girl’s life is. “…she needs something to help stop her brain so she can sleep...come on, you must have something…?”

I muttered, dragging my hand through my hair and pacing away from the balcony. “But I’ve got this feeling, Dorian. Do you ever get that? That weird, itchy feeling under your skin that something’s coming but you just can’t put a damn name to it?” He smirked. “All the time. It’s called anxiety, Kieran. Happens when you refuse to sleep and keep chugging down espresso like it’s holy water.” I shot him a glare. “I’m serious.” He held up his hands. “I know, I know. You’re serious. You’re always serious. It’s just that half the time when you say something bad’s coming, it ends up being a supply delay or an argument between the cooks.”

Annie sobbed, her face stained from fresh tears. Cammie kissed her friend's wet cheeks. “It's going to be fine. You're no longer the Annie Gregory of before but Annie Xavier and from what I've heard, Xavier's are so fucking strong. You should be.” Relief washed over her, but soon, worry clouded her face once again. “What if someone stabs me with a knife or shoots a gun at me -” she looked at Cammie, eyes wide from fear because these things were known to happen in a crime family wedding… in the movies. She continued, “- or even worse, what if someone throws an axe at me.” Annie bit her lips, her heart raced a little faster and every cell in her brain began working — anxiety and panic settled

‌ I ask. “Wh‌at‍ you’re⁠ alread‍y doi⁠ng. The‌rapy for him. Reassu​r​ance.​ Honesty. And‌ p‍atie⁠nce.” Over the ne⁠xt few months‍, Emmanuel​’s an​xiety impro‌ves. He still has bad nights, but they’re less fre⁠que‌nt. An‌d he de​velops a beautiful ritual. Every night before bed, he talk‌s to Ayana.