Worrying Is Suffering Twice Novels & Stories

He just didn’t want to say in front of everyone. My chest felt tight, I couldn’t breathe. I put my hands against a tree and tried to calm down. Would she sense my anxiety? Did she care anymore? My dream proved several things. The main one being that I do find her again. The second being that I’m just now realizing for all my visions and dreams about myself, none ever went past finding her. Do I really die?

Thoughts of losing someone dear to me again consume my mind, amplifying the intensity of my distress. I haven't even gotten over Lila's death, and this happens. The weight of uncertainty presses upon my chest, leaving me gasping for air. Anxiousness swirls within me like a raging storm. Restlessness courses through my veins, causing my hand to quiver on the steering wheel. The unceasing worry about my mate's well-being gnaws at my conscience, fueling a scene of helplessness. Every passing second feels like an eternity as I desperately want to reach out, to be by Alena's side, and provide comfort.

I asked, and this time I really trembled. Grace looks at me with a look of concern and incredulity etched on her face. “You told me earlier on never to joke with serious matters, Gia. What are…” She pauses for a minute, looking down for a moment, as if remembering something. When she finally jerks her head up, worry is all that I can read on her face. “You think…no! Do you think... Wait, I hope that this is not true. Look, we better stop overthinking. This is not good for us. Let us not assume too much out of this and get everything connected because we are going to suffer a mental breakdown.” She whimpers, her chest heaving up to her chin and down to her belly with heavy, lugged breathing.

Of all the things I should've been worried about, my brain suddenly decided to fixate on something as ridiculous as purity. Seriously? Was I losing my mind? If anyone here should've been falling apart, it was the people running this circus. Not me. Ha… The strange thing was that I could still think clearly enough to realize how ridiculous this whole situation was. I should have been terrified, or angry, or at least feeling something stronger than this, but all I felt was exhaustion. The fear was there somewhere, but it felt distant, buried beneath the cold, the hunger, and the pain. At some point, worrying had become exhausting.

Wallowing in fear isn’t going to make anything come out right. I keep telling myself that as wave after wave of rising panic crashes over me. I pull weeds and mutter to myself that nothing is ever as bad as I imagine it to be and then my brain spits up the image of my mother’s wolf crashing into the wall, and I have to start telling myself all over again. I wish once you picked yourself up off the ground the misery would go away, but I’ve always found you’re just as miserable when you’re busy, it’s just a slightly better misery than if you had no distraction at all. I’ve got a good pile going when a stick cracks a few feet behind me.

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Like a strong conviction that something has gone terribly wrong. Thinking about it, what business meeting takes this long to conclude? It’s stupid. I’m stupid. But somehow, I’m worried sick for my husband and I’ve cursed myself out more times than I can count for it but my worries are not just going away. My feet slap against the floor as I make my way out to my balcony. I pull the double door wide open and take a long calming breath as I absorb nature’s beauty but it doesn’t take a second before the calm swiftly drifts into a storm.

The silence was unbearable, and it gnawed at her constantly, leaving her restless and anxious. She wandered through the mansion, her mind swirling with thoughts of what might have gone wrong. Was Francisco suspicious of her? Had he discovered something that she didn’t know about? The possibilities were endless, and each one was more terrifying than the last. Hazel rubbed her forehead, trying to ease the tension building there, but it was no use. The worry was like a heavyweight pressing down on her, and she couldn’t shake it off.

I worry that my happiness may soon be replaced by sadness and grief. Although I don't want to go through it, I think that happiness derives from suffering and that happiness comes from pain. The three people actually feel what they do. Clifford and I simply exchanged nods before proceeding to our room. Additionally, I feel like I need to relax because I am growing fatigued rapidly. I was resting there after we had just left the hospital, but I was exhausted. I also worry much too much about unimportant stuff. I overthink things. And I felt so exhausted.

The warning to not make a sound still ringing in my ears loud and clear. I curl back on the bed, trying to find a slightly more comfortable position to hold my arms but nothing seems to relieve the strain on my shoulders. So I give up and just push myself deeper into the pillows. My mind is racing with the warnings he gave me during the week, the brutal monster that shattered my soul and body yesterday and the threat to make me endure something even worse if I step out of line.