Worrying Is Suffering Twice Novels & Stories

“Are you going to list everything wrong with me? If so I can just meet with Jennivah again–” “It’s not funny!” “Of course it’s not. But do you think ruminating on it and stressing about it make it any better?” I sit back into the bench, shoulder to shoulder with her, knowing she is right. “Sorry. I’m just–” “Worried?” “Well, yea–” “Overbearing?” “Well, no–” “Trying to control things that you can’t control?” “I just don’t want anything to happen while I’m gone!” I finally blurt.

“If you have something to say, spit it out.” I gave him a lazy side stare. Even if I wanted to, it would be futile. Nash isn’t some weak old man who needed the care and concern over a broken bone or two. In fact, I would be scolded for dedicating brain cells over some unworthy cause of worry. “Does it hurt?” The words left before I could stop it. That’s it. I’m just going to be called dumb for some needless worrying. Nash blinked as expected. Letting out a throaty sigh, I steeled myself for the harsh words.

Jacob's assurance put my mind at ease, though there was a nagging voice in my head but I threw it right at the back of my mind , presuming it as anxiety which rose because of my overthinking regarding the situation . And now that my heart was a little settled down , I had another thing to worry about - I was alone with Jacob , in his damn room . I could vividly imagine a huge signboard hanging over Jacob's head that read " Please move with caution your virtue is at risk " in vibrant flashing colours.

It’s like one emotion nudged another and soon, everything was a mess in my brain. I felt alone in this. Nobody was ready to believe me. They think I’m lying and much worse, that I’m imagining things. I probably wouldn’t have made a big deal out of it if things were different but it’s a serious matter. How can I not worry? Our lives are at stake here.

The uncertainty gnawed at his soul, fueling his fear and amplifying his concern. Feeling overwhelmed by the weight of the situation, Ashier crumbled to the ground, his body trembling with a mix of worry and desperation. He buried his face in his arms, seeking solace in the darkness it provided. Thoughts raced through his mind, each one more alarming than the last. Was she safe? Was she in danger? The questions echoed relentlessly, tormenting his thoughts.

“Uhm, I don’t have a problem really. It’s just, my mind is overthinking things that I don’t have control. It worries me so much. I don’t want to go back to my past life. I already sacrificed a lot to be where I am now. It will be a waste if I go back and let my worries get the best of me” “Yeah, I heard about it. Since you knew what to do, I hope you can stand up and never let those worries be a hindrance towards your work.” “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again” “I’m watching you while working on the team. Your mind is not here. The team is affected on what you are doing. You seem unwell and they are worried about you. Do you want to go home for the meantime?” “No, Sir. I will finish today

“We’re as worried as you are. We’re panicking too.” I shook my head violently, every word she spoke fueling the fire inside me. “You think I’m worried about you?” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “You think you’re the one suffering here? What do you know about being worried? You’re the ones who turned your backs on us! You’ve shut him out. You’ve condemned him and me. You’ve turned your backs on us when we needed you the most!”

Rusty whispered to me as the tempest of worry raged on in my heart. I'm consumed with worry. It's hard to put into words what I'm feeling. I'm just incredibly anxious. Ever since I found out about the rapid progression of his illness, I've been watching all sorts of drama series and video clips about people with similar conditions.

If he knew I was listening, I may as well open up and tell him what I was thinking. "I thought I was going to die; honestly, the only relief was that it was an accident, but then I found out it wasn't and that, in fact, someone wanted to hurt us. we have been together two years, and already I have nearly died three times. it is like the whole world is turning and trying to push us off it – evil, twisted people trying to kill us." My body was shaking, the thoughts coming back worse than before. "Lisa, the worst thing you can do is let them win, and by worrying so much, they are winning. Do you not know who it might be?"

Worry tightened her eyebrows and she inched closer, "Did he say something? Are you okay?" "It's nothing, I am fine," I mumbled blankly as I walked toward the bed. I get that everyone is worried, I appreciate it but I can't lie anymore, I am so damn sick of it, sick of their worried gazes that follows me everywhere, like I would just reach for the drug again, so sick of them treating me like I am weak, so sick of being weak. "Are you sure?" She asked again, "You were already tired today and now he..he got here and you don't look so well, maybe I shou-"