Unscramble Anxiety Novels & Stories

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.

My heart pounded hard as I watched them wheel my wife into the emergency room. A big red stain stood out on my shirt, a reminder of the chaos inside me. My hands shook so much I couldn't hide it. Even though I tried to calm down, anxiety gripped me tighter and tighter. I tried to breathe steadily, but it felt like my lungs were fighting against me. Her scared and pained face kept coming back to me, haunting my thoughts. I was so worried about her and our little one, Baby Butchi.

They will treat me like trash. I took a deep breath to regulate my breathing but my heart palpitated rapidly, My anxiety disorder is at it again,I ha*te being bullied,I hate being trampled upon,I ha*te it when I can't fight for myself, I hate it when I can't keep to my Dad's promise to build my confidence, I hate my life so much,Things aren't working the way I planned. I staggered out of the room trying as much as possible not to collapse.My heart tightened harder,I couldn't breathe,I couldn't feel my heart, I couldn't hold it anymore, My breath seized and darkness enveloped me completely.

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.

******************** ALEXA I was scrolling through I*******m when I suddenly froze. My heart raced. Fear. Shock. Anger. What the actual fuck?

I felt the need to respond to the comments but couldn't because deep down I know the problem won't get solved that way. My hands trembled as I continued to scroll through the comments,my heart racing with anxiety,my breath catching in my throat as I wondered how this played out. As I stood frozen in anxiety,a loud crash echoed from the bathroom making my body sending my anxiety flaring into overdrive. My heart racing like a jackrabbit as I strained to process what happened.

Is something going to happen? She left me just then. "Now try to walk" she said What!!! I'm going insane!!! Oh God please no!!! My heart was shouting out. I moved a foot with my arms spread out wide.I was really really scared for fear of falling onto that tiled floor and embarrassing myself! I moved another foot. I thought I was doing it until my legs began to wobble. Out of anxiety I moved again and without waiting to balance my steps. And there I went. Ready to land onto the floor

But that hope was quickly slipping through my fingers, replaced by the familiar grip of anxiety. I took a deep breath, letting the hot water rise and fall with my chest. I needed to calm down. Panicking wasn’t going to help me figure this out. Marcel had always thrived on keeping people off balance, on making them question themselves. I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. Not again.

Scarlett’s POV My anxiety only intensified as my uncle drove me to the hospital. The thought of what could be wrong with me made me feel queasy, and the car ride felt like it would never end. When we finally arrived at the hospital, I clutched my stomach and felt like I might faint. My uncle put his hand on my shoulder, giving me a reassuring squeeze as we entered the building. The process was quick and efficient, but it felt like it took hours. I was shuffled from room to room, taking tests and answering questions. All the while, I was silently praying that it was just a normal illness and that everything would be okay.