Ennui X Anxiety Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s so hard to control the way I feel. I’m so scared. I feel like something terrible is going to happen. I feel like it’s hovering right above my head and will crash down on me at any second.” Essentially, that’s what anxiety is. “Nothing bad will happen because I won’t allow it,” she says firmly. “Everyone is looking forward to see the best version of yourself so at least try to look happy. You’re a Luna now. Your public image matters more than your feelings. You need to show these people that you’re no longer a slave. You’re in charge now. Don’t show them fear. That’ll be a terrible mistake. The worst you’ll ever make.”

If I already did, then I'm sorry, but I just wanted to say it again: I fucking hate it. But then again, I also can't do anything about it. Just like how my body turns into some kind of like a dog in heat whenever Gunner does something that is even just a little sensual, I also can't help my distrust towards people and my fucking anxiety. As if he had just realized what kind of emotion he was wearing on his face, Gunner immediately fixed it and gave me back his gentle expression.

I don't know how she feels about it, I don't even know how I feel about it. "Do you want to do that?" I ask as I hand the bottle back to her, she reluctantly takes it and puts it beside her wine glass and shrugs her shoulders. "I really don't know. I've heard of Xanax before, but the way she talked about me needing them was different. I googled this, they give these to people with anxiety disorders. You know, people who are afraid of pretty much everything in life. That's not me" She says defensively, eyeing the bottle out of the corner of her eye.

I’ve spiked his anxiety, the effect I’m looking for. “Sir?” He responds nervously. “I’m not going to lie to you, your anxiety is too high and a release needs to be triggered. You’ve lost your trust in me so that should make it easier to set you off. I’m not going to hurt you or punish you but you’re teetering on an edge that needs support when you fall.”

As they kept practicing, their movements grew steadier, their aim more precise. Beatrice thanked Nicole. "I've been losing a lot of hair lately, and my temper's getting worse. Every time I snap, I feel guilty afterwards, but I just can't control it." "Ask Jeremy later if there's anything for anxiety," Nicole suggested. "I remember we stocked some. Try to keep an eye on your mood, too." Beatrice blinked in surprise. "You think I've got anxiety?" "It's not just you. A lot of people do right now," Nicole said, nodding. "I had it, too, at the beginning. Cola helped me get through it."

**XANDER** I have been feeling anxious in the past few days. You know that feeling you get when something is about to go wrong? Like a complete sense of doom. The calm before the storm. Whatever you may call it. I've been feeling all of that. You may say I have gotten paranoid. I was suspicious of everything and everyone. Waiting for soemthing to just go wrong but nothing has happened yet. Adriana seems calmer. She even smiled at me this morning.

Brown to snap his head towards my direction. “Based on the evidence we gained from several hospitals where Beth has come to, she has been dealing with the anxiety all by herself. She didn’t go for treatments, instead, she only relies on medication. We found several medicines such as SSRIs in her bag and on her drawer. It’s an anti-anxiety medication help people to cope up with excessive distress about separation.”

I looked so damn lazy, and at the same time, I looked like I was so damn crazy. I scratched the back of my head, licked my lower lip, wiped the tears that fell from my eyes, and then pounded my feet on the ground. Because of Ares, I struggle with anxiety, and right now I'm looking for a method to let go of the things that I'm experiencing. As I sat down on one of the benches, I nervously chewed the lower part of my lip. As I've been out and about in the city, I've noticed more than a few folks strolling about with Louis Vuitton bags held in their hands. I chewed the inside of my bottom lip and then looked down at my foot. The sight of women walking back and forth caused me to engage in exces

He was profiling. Subject 1: The Fitness Bro (Sam). Currently doing tricep dips on a antique chair. overcompensating for social anxiety with physical exertion. Subject 2: The Influencer (Mia). Checking her reflection in a spoon for the fourteenth time in three minutes. Narcissism or deep-seated validation issues? Likely both. And then there was Subject X. Elion’s gaze drifted across the room to the window seat.

~ “Alpha Cain, what seems to be the matter. You look apprehensive in my eyes. “Well, that's because I'm terribly worried right now. I need help because I think I'm losing it slowly.” “What could have made you this anxious?” “I don't know how to describe it, but I think it has gotten worse!” I stated, while darting my gaze from one side to another, anxiously. “Can you go into details because I don't seem to follow what you are talking about?" “I can't stand her. It has gotten so bad. When our hands touch, I feel like I am being touched by an enemy. What do you think is the cause?”