Unscramble Anxiety Novels & Stories

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.”

All the way to the office, I had struggled to get Trinity's message out of my head but my anxiety was spiking faster than I could control. Something about this threat made me feel terribly uneasy and the fact that I couldn’t bring myself to confess to him wasn't helping at all. Breathe, Vanessa, I said to myself, trying to calm my nerves. Getting myself worked up was not good for the baby at all but getting myself to calm down wasn't also an easy task to perform.

Jack On Monday morning, I woke up with an unease I couldn’t explain. A weekend without news was enough for anxiety to creep in. I knew it didn’t make sense. She was independent; she had her own things going on. But that feeling of emptiness, of silence, overwhelmed me in an unbearable way. I had tried to reach her all weekend, through calls and messages. But each time, her phone was off, with no response. With each attempt, a little frustration had built up, slowly transforming into growing anxiety. And this morning, I woke up with that weight, that heavy emptiness in my chest.

I was fucking tired of everything. Without thinking, I screamed. The sound tore through the silence, raw and jagged, as my body shook violently. My throat burned, but I didn’t care. The scream escaped me over and over, each one louder than the last, until my body went numb, until the world around me seemed to disappear. My anxiety surged, uncontrollable, until it felt like it would consume me completely. And as I screamed, all I could think was how I couldn’t escape it. How I couldn’t escape everything that was going in my life.

Emma wondered what Debbie had done to make friends behave this way. Debbie didn't mean to annoy her friends, it was just that herself didn't understand why things had turned out this way. There was something that made her heart not feel calm. There are things that are very disturbing to the mind. Debbie was eager to share her unrest with her friends but repeatedly hesitated to share it. She hopes that maybe they can help give an opinion, can relieve this anxiety. Because really she didn't understand, didn't know what to do anymore.

The pressure on my chest continues to grow, I’m getting lightheaded, and the trembling is starting. Why do I have to be such a freak of nature? And I’m not even talking about being a freaking werewolf! I’m talking about this horrible affliction in my body. Why can’t I control my own mind and body? Why does it take off on its own and render me unable to function? To think I took for granted my freedom before the crippling anxiety set in. How do I get back to that place? I’m lost in the throes of anxiety when I hear his voice cut through the haze.

The uncertainty of the situation made my stomach churn with anxiety. "Who's there?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear. I took a hesitant step forward, my hand gripping the fabric of my dress tightly. My mind raced with all the possible scenarios that could be waiting for me in the darkness. Would it be a friendly presence, or something malevolent? As I waited for a response, I could feel my heart pounding so loudly that it drowned out every other sound. The silence that followed was almost unbearable, and my anxiety grew with each passing second.

ISABELLA: I stare at the letter again and again and again, tears at the brink of falling, my heart beating extremely fast, I grip my sheets in fear, my legs shaking…my anxiety was through the roof. I fold the paper neatly and lay down on my bed trying to calm my breathing, trying to understand what was happening and who I have wronged so badly that they are doing this to me. I popped two painkillers in my mouth because my head was going crazy. I stayed away from the drugs I sold…it was a mantra, no one was to use products that are to be sold.

Drake Seeing Angel‘s blood at her mouth, something broke. Not slowly. Not quietly. Violently. My body moved before thought could catch up, before reason could anchor me, before control could even try to exist. Fast. Faster than I had moved in a long time. Something inside me snapped open. Something old. Something buried. Anxiety hit, not new, never new, but this was different. Stronger. Deeper. Unfamiliar. My chest tightened as a strange pressure built within me, rising from somewhere I could not reach, somewhere I had long lost or forgotten.

Gabrielle sat down at the sofa in his apartment and by lowering his eyes and tap his arms He tap and tap his arms and did it many times while also crossing his arms He was so anxious while waiting for his nephew to arrive The system know it's host was anxious for the little nephew that was still not at home, so to the system who was also starting to worry tried it's best to release its Host burden even thought it was just a little and his Host anxiousness while waiting for his little nephew