Overwhelmed Quotes Novels & Stories

I clutched his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping me upright. “I thought I was doing better,” I choked out. “I thought I had this under control.” “You are doing better,” he said firmly. “Having a bad moment doesn’t erase that.” I shook my head. “I feel like I’m failing at everything. School. Balance. Being normal.” He leaned back just enough to look at me. “Cam. Look at me.” I did. “You’re not failing,” he said. “You’re overwhelmed. There’s a difference.” I sniffed. “Feels the same.”

"You weren't paying attention, were you?" I blinked swiftly at her, immediately remembering that she had said something to me a while ago. Something that hadn't registered one bit. "Oh, uh, I was, but—" I swiftly scratched the back of my ear with my index finger. She gave me a pointed look that indicated that she was yet to hear the other half of that sentence, "but?" I sighed in defeat, dropping my hands. "I'm sorry, okay? It's just that it's been a lot for me these days, and most times it just overwhelms me, and I just don't know what to do."

“Why? What happened?” “I tried to buy a few things for the baby, but my card got declined. I’m sorry; I know this isn’t a big deal, but the waterworks just won’t stop.” “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay to feel this way. You’re going through so much right now. It’s perfectly natural to feel overwhelmed.”

"Hey. I've been thinking about you." "Oliver's home," I said. "He's all right." "That's good. And you?" Silence between us as I weighed my words. "I'm exhausted," I whispered. "And overwhelmed. And sort of… lost." He allowed me to breathe. "That's a lot," he whispered. "More than one person should be handling it." "I just… I want to be there for him, I want to catch up on stuff. But I also want to be with you. But every time I lean into one, the other two fall apart."

I said as I hopped up onto the island counter behind him as he rinsed out the sudsy sink along the back counter. “I know. I just figured you guys had some things to discuss.” he shrugged and dried his hands on a tea towel as he faced me. “Are you alright?” I titled my head and bit my lip in thought. Was I ok? Not even remotely. "I’m overwhelmed, I’m exhausted, I’m emotionally and mentally drained, I’m terrified about what's going on with me and I just wish I could dump it all on a professional and get their help to work through everything. I can’t obviously, and I know that eventually I’ll work through everything. I’m just not there yet at all.” he regarded me closely without interruption, l

"Tell me how you feel," "I'm okay,” "That's not a feeling,” "I'm feeling okay," I said again with more force. "Only a bit overwhelmed,” "Maybe we should stop,” I didn't want to stop. I shook my head. “No, you need to keep going,” I said breathlessly. I couldn't quit here or I may never return.

The sensation was so overpowering that I felt like I was drowning in it. **********

Everything. It's all too much to take in.

I can’t begin to explain the trauma, the hurt, the untold damage I’ve been put through. To tell you the truth, I want to curl up in a ball and cry. Yes, I know it makes me sound like a wimp, but you try going through all of this- then tell me you wouldn’t be overwhelmed!