روايات وقصص ضمن Unscramble Anxiety

He kept trying to instil the affirmation over and over again until his anxiety disappeared. ***

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.

I feel my hands immediately tingle and my heart race until I reach up and align the spoon again, like it's the ticket to soothing my anxiety and expanding the walls again in the restaurant. "Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I noticed this when you anxiously aligned the photo frame on your desk back in your office in L.A. when I accidentally moved it a bit, and how you anxiously aligned the seatbelts so they weren't folded over in the limo to the Opera, and also how you, again, anxiously aligned the magazines on the plane ride here when we hit a bit of turbulence. And let's not forget about how you refused to have your "clothes touching" when you got to my mother's house. It's like when somethi

I can make out the band's sound downstairs and the distant murmur of a hundred voices. I'm anxious. It comes like a storm in my brain that, quite honestly, is painful. It's different from a headache, and it feels the same as intense sorrow, perhaps as a sort of frozen panic with nowhere to go. When I am anxious, what I am doing matters, and I need to get it right. Yet, that is also the motivation I need to conquer it and move onwards at a good pace.

I took a relieving breath, knowing that he won’t let Bay be a problem for us in the future. Ask anyone who struggles with anxiety and I think they will agree, those words – you are crazy – hurt more than anyone could understand. What I feel in the midst of anxiety attack is a loss of control of my emotions, my thoughts and my being. Every word that wants to come out cyclones into monstrous torrent of incoherent thoughts. Only few words comes clear through the chaotic garbled mess – so more than anyone else, I felt crazy. I just hate being reminded by people about how crazy I am.

Brian I feel that something was wrong and I don't know why but I planned on finding out. I suddenly feel anxious not knowing what was going on. Different emotions flashed through my body not knowing what was going on. I feel like whatever it is isn't something that I can contend with. I knew that it would be hard for me to get to the bottom of everything but still I wanted to know what was making me all worked up. I haven't felt like this in a while and I don't like the idea of this. It felt more unreal that I was getting worked up all of a sudden without knowing what was going on. My eyes flashed with sadness as I tried to make things go the way I wanted but still my body was being unconsci

Aurora Pov It is finally the day I've been anxiously waiting for. I turn over on my bambom mat, stretching my body to loosen the tightness I feel within my muscles. Ever since I made the decision, I have felt anxiety eating at me from the inside. All I do is think, and after thinking, I think about everything I thought, and it's a never-ending cycle. My whole life is about to change completely, and I do not have the capability to understand exactly how it's going to be.

Every step made the anxiety climb higher—my breath coming quicker, heart hammering hard against my ribs. Fear slid in cold and sharp, wrapping tight around my chest as I pictured all the unknown dangers waiting outside. My eyes widened and my forehead creased with worry about actually reaching the meeting spot in one piece. The pacing turned restless, my movements sharp and twitchy like a trapped animal desperate for any crack in the cage.