Unscramble Anxiety Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I'm not sure how she will fit into our new world, but I'm certain that she will be able to act as some kind of leverage if Baby's rebellion should suddenly resurfaces. "I can give you something real to laugh about. Recently, my anxiety settles in only right after I get to crush someone's brain, especially those who think they can just open their mouths to anything in front of me. It just makes me want to crush this glass on their heads. " I gave him my deep stare as I walked in front of him, towering over him. I watched his whole bearing change to a perplexing stance as I hinted at these words for him to stop his usual rambling. I only continued speaking when he took the empty glass in my ha

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.

In. Out. I repeat it silently like a prayer, like a chant I need to hold onto to keep from spiraling. After a few minutes, the anxiety loosens just a little, like a knot slowly unraveling. I glance at my wristwatch again. Still no change. Then I glance up at the digital display board—its orange letters flashing the same annoying word: POSTPONED. It blinks like a stubborn reminder. I feel panic rising again and immediately clutch my chest, grounding myself with another deep breath. That’s when I spot a woman in uniform walking past. She looks like she knows something—anyone in a uniform does in a place like this.

Not anymore. But does that bother him? Anxiety has become almost an integral part of his life. It was much more difficult to understand what exactly it was called at the moment. The wind blew through the wide window, the shutters were flung open. Elastic jets of icy cold touched the skin, disheveled the hair. He stepped towards them, passed between the columns and stood at the window. The outstretched hand felt the needles of cold digging into the palm, the fingers clenched into a fist by themselves, a few words escaped from the lips - distorted, similar to the rustling of the wind: - What is happening?

It had been a long time since I had a nightmare so bad. It took me a long while to recenter myself. I wasn’t even able to go eat breakfast with the rest of the faction due to still feeling afraid of what I would see or feel. I couldn’t get my anxiety under control. When my phone rang I physically jumped in fear and panic. Taking a deep breath, I grab for my phone and release my deep breath very slowly before answering the phone.

I felt really anxious and felt like coming here was a bad idea now. "Let me see your hand." Aiden said looking concerned. Why did he want my hand? He wasn't going to hold it was he? I tried not to think about it and did as he asked. He flipped my palm upwards and started to message circles into it and my wrist. I started to feel better and less anxious. "There you go that should help. Sorry you looked really nervous." I blushed. "Thanks. I have anxiety. I take medication for it but sometimes I get anxious still." I said with a shrug. He looked concerned.

Aana's eyes widened upon hearing him. "Aana? How?" "When I saw Pearl's anxiety attacks. It broke my heart. you're there for her that's why her health stabilised after a while but there are many humans outside who go through the same issues. They get anxiety attacks because of the traumas they face. I wanted to make an online platform where they can share their problem without any fear and absolutely without paying any fee. I want them to get healed from those traumas and live a better life" Aana got blanked after hearing everything.