Unscramble Anxiety Novels & Stories

payback. Around the last half of the movie, I started to feel really uncomfortable, a burning sensation in my chest that caused my heart to pound. Those damn ribs! As the credits started to roll up my heart started to skip and flutter, and my anxiety started to rise. What is going on? I turn on my phone to check my messages when a G****e alert flashed across my screen. Damn, UNC lost today; a blowout to NC State. That must be this bad feeling. I sigh, before I open my messages and send Samantha a text. Me: Hey, I know your disappointed about today. But life doesn’t always go our way and it's not the end of the world. There will be other days. (Smile emoji) Always remember there are more impo

Leo was given a chair, but he sat on top of the ant colony. He tried to hold back any screams, but as more aunts climbed up to his feet and stung him, he started to yell, "Fuck! So what, it's just an ant bi - fuck!" He tried to wiggle himself free, but in the process, his entire body fell on the colony of aunts. "Aah! They are biting my face!" "As for Dane, you have an anxiety disorder." Adrian smirked and revealed, "You fear the unknown. So, what better way to suffer than with eyes covered, lying in the dark, and enjoying the company of... whatever."

I don’t want pity. In an attempt to quell my rising anxiety, I toss back another bourbon, feeling its fiery burn as it snakes down my throat and settles uncomfortably in my churning stomach. Restlessness consumes both my wolf and my demon, their unease mirroring my own. We need to know that she is safe and the fact Jamal is missing … I don’t think it’s a coincidence. I run a hand through my hair, trying to steady my racing heart, but an ominous sense of foreboding lingers in the air.

The sudden upsurge in security measures made her feel uneasy, and her instincts screamed at her that something ominous was coming, something dangerous and threatening. Opening the messenger, she opened his chat and sent him a message, begging him to call her back. "Please call me back, I need to tell you something urgent," she wrote, hoping and pleading for a response. The message was sent, left unread, and she felt her anxiety rise with each passing moment, waiting for his reply.

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.

I need to know how to help her if this is going to be a regular thing when the press is around. “When she panics, it’s because her brain spirals into all of the worst case scenarios of a situation. It’s almost like performance anxiety on steroids. Most of the time she uses that anxiety to make herself better, but she tends to think very low of herself, which leads her to work the way she does to constantly prove her worth. When she is grounding, she is telling herself things that are real and in the moment. Like where she is, who she is with, what she is doing. Nothing related to emotions, just tangible things that can be seen or felt in the moment. Keep your eye on her, it can take a c

“What’s wrong with me? Is it serious?” Ryan would think to himself, wondering whether or not to bring it up first or allow the doctor to explain things to her. After a moment of contemplation, he locked eyes with Scarlet, his gaze unwavering. “Are you taking medications for an anxiety disorder?” he asked, his voice gentle but insistent. Scarlet’s confusion deepened, her mind struggling to process Ryan’s words. “What? I… I don’t understand,” she stammered, her voice laced with bewilderment. “Why would you think I have an anxiety disorder? What are you talking about?”

Anna paced around the large expansive hotel room with anxiety and unrest in her heart, as her hand scratched roughly through her hair tiredly and frustratedly. Her eyes darted around the room looking around for some kind of escape from the overwhelming anxiety that was coursing through her veins. With each passing moment, her pupils dilated as it reflected fear and uncertainty that swirled within her, as more anxiety clawed at her heart, and pushed the weight of some kind of sadness into her chest. Her heart was caught up in different kinds of emotions: anger, guilt, and anxiety.

A primal fear gnawed at me – the fear of closing my eyes and waking up to a world devoid of Axella. With a jolt, I threw the covers aside and paced the room. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled through my head, each one leading back to her. I stripped off my clothes and sank into a steaming bath, hoping the warm water would soothe my churning emotions. Scrubbing myself relentlessly, I pretended that the action could somehow cleanse the anxiety and insecurity that clawed at me.

No Ella, just stop thinking. Stop fudging thinking, stop, stop, stop. Taking a deep breath, I will myself to shake the unwanted thoughts out of my head. My anxiety slowly but surely seeping back into place, swelling my stomach with knots, curling around my limbs like ropes, and twitching my warm skin. Bringing myself back to reality, I find the courage to glance up timidly and scan the unwelcoming tan walls of the office.