Unscramble Anxiety Novels & Stories

Annabel shrugged. “It's not cool, babe. I almost peed my pants because of anxiety.” She facepalmed. Annabel shocked. “Why are you anxious? I only did that to find something out and I did.” Sasha became curious immediately. She moved close to Annabel and looked at her cutely. “What were you trying to find out?” She asked. Annabel rolled her eyes and pushed Sasha back. “I'm sorry, ma'am but I can't tell you.” Sasha pouted. “Please. Besides, I was the one you used to find something out. The least appreciation you can give me is to tell me what you wanted to find out.”

I suddenly bump Into someone's legs and I get a blood curdling scream . "You bitch !"she shrieks. I don't know what is going on or what I just did because bumping into someone's legs doesn't earn me a title of 'you bitch!'. My anxiety peaks and I frantically feel the ground for my glasses and grab them immediately I feel them and put them on "You bitch!"she screams again.

The anxiety that something has happened to Alexander threatens to overwhelm me. Stepping away from the kitchen to maintain the illusion that everything is fine, I look again at the unanswered calls in my history. The growing list of failed attempts stares back at me, each missed connection heightening my unease. My thumb hovers over the button to dial again. Where is he? Is he okay?

Would I once again become the target of derision, seen as unworthy of my position? The anxiety grows, threatening to overwhelm me. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to hold the pieces together as my mind spirals further into panic. What if Alpha Dominicus decides I'm too much trouble and sends me away? Where would I go? The thought of being alone again, of running with no destination, no hope, makes me feel physically ill.

She couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that clung to her like a witch’s cloak, the sense that something was about to go horribly wrong hovered over her like a curse. As the car pulled out onto the busy streets, Kayla’s anxiety only grew with each passing moment. She glanced out the window, her heart pounding in her chest as the towering buildings of the city loomed over her. it was annoying. why was she anxious? was she afraid that Henri was not lying? or afraid that he really had no ulterior motive except looking out for her?

It was like she'd vanished into thin air, and every worst-case scenario was playing through my mind on repeat. What if she were in danger? What if something had happened? What if she needed me and I was stuck in fucking Texas dealing with oil futures and market projections? You'd better calm down." Scott's voice cut through my spiralling thoughts. "You cannot help yourself like this, man. You're going to wear a hole through the floor." But I wasn't ready to listen. I walked to the mini bar in the corner of my office and poured myself a glass of whisky, needing to feel the hot scotch burn down my throat, needing something to cut through the anxiety that was strangling me.

I lean forward in my chair, “Look, Group and therapy are not for everyone. Some can go through life having lived through trauma and never need the help of therapy or medication. They can cope better than others. That person can keep going like a normal person, get a job, get married, and even have kids. I don’t function that way. Most people don’t.” I laugh, “Not that my body allowed me to do anything. Anxiety for me manifests differently to some. Some start to breathe erratically and faint or zone out. Mine starts to make me sick in debilitating ways, headaches, nausea, among other things. My bosses thought I was a hypochondriac, but it was Anxiety. My body was attacking me, thinking I was

And her body, her hands, her shoulders, even her knees, were still shaking. She let out a breath, trying to regulate it. But her body refused to cooperate. “What’s happening to me…?” she whispered to her own reflection. Alex’s words echoed in her head. Are you having anxiety? Was that true? She did not know. She only knew that since that slap, something inside her had cracked. Not just physical pain, but fear that spread slowly, creeping into every corner of her body. Sarah turned on the tap and splashed cold water onto her face. The sensation helped, a little. She patted her cheeks gently, then wiped her face, trying to regain control. Her breathing began to slow, though the trembling had n

Ridiculous. I go to the bar and get a bottle of water, making sure the seal is intact before opening it. I sit down on the sofa and put the contraceptive patch on the coffee table, looking at it. I take a deep breath. It shouldn't be so difficult. Come on, you can do it. Just peel off the tape and stick it on, no biggie. I take a sip of water and put it back on the table. I feel my anxiety growing. I ruffle my hair with my hands in frustration. Damn it! I slam my fist on the table, feeling the desperation rising. Why am I like this? It can't go wrong. I saw the doctor hand over the box of patches and it's completely sealed. There's no way it can kill me or do any harm. My mind knows this, it

he says as his voice gets further away. No! NO, I scream. My breathing fastens, my anxiety taking ahold of me as my hands return to normal. No. No. No. No.