Quotes About Anxiety

What have anxiety-creating engines designed to distract, enervate, and worry you got to do with your mental health?

It's as if you pull something around yourself, make yourself look smaller and more insignificant. Than you already are." Nina blinked. "Like you don't want anyone to notice you.

Traumatized children?" mused Ramsay. "When we read the boys 'The Snow Queen,' Patrick put all our glasses in the bin in case he broke one and got a bit in his eye.

My fear of the future, she says, has not yet failed.

My voice was high and desperate, and I was crying, and I hated that I was crying, but I couldn't help it. I had to keep talking, because this was it. Last chance.

It's scary when it's real. When it's not just thinking about a person, but, like, expectations. And wants.

What else had I remembered wrong? I was a person who loved to play Remember When in my head. I'd always prided myself on how I remembered every detail. It scared me to think that my memories could be just ever-so-slightly wrong.

I can feel tears and panic building up inside me. If she asks me another question, it will be too much, and I'll cry.

Suddenly it feels like every decision we make is so momentous, and I'm so scared to make the wrong one.

I'm definitely a person who worries too much over every little thing.

He looks at me like he's waiting for something, and suddenly I'm afraid to give it.

I've had the going-to-school-naked-forgot-to-study-for-an-exam-in-a-class-I-never-signed-up-for combo.

Are we together now?" is what I'm wondering, but I don't ask, because he puts his arm around me and tilts my head up to his, and I'm nervous again. "Don't be nervous," he says.

Every time I have to take my eyes away from the road, even for a second, I feel so much panic in my chest.

Fear seized up inside of me; it felt like a fist clenched tight around my heart.

My heart thumps in my chest so loud I can hear it echo in my ears.

until one of us leaves crying. Usually it's Mark, but this time I am afraid it will be me. Please, please don't let it be me. "You're the one who could

Fear is the greatest incapacitator.

My # 1 fear is the acceleration of days. No such thing supposedly, but I swear I can feel it.

I tried to figure out if I felt calmer with a blanket over my head. No I did not was the answer.

Henry and I make plans to meet for coffee at the place on his block. It is hard for him to get even that far away. "I'm on house arrest," he whispers. "I'm jumping out of my skin." I wish I could give him something for his nerves, but of course, I can't. I remind myself (as I often do) never to become so addicted to drugs or alcohol that I'm not allowed to use them.

It is impossible to feel calm in cities, he believes, because we so rarely hear birdsong there. Our ears evolved to be our warning systems. We are on high alert in places where no birds sing. To live in a city is to be forever flinching.

Then one day I have to run to catch a bus. I am so out of breath when I get there that I know in a flash all my preparations for the apocalypse are doomed. I will die early and ignobly.

He tells me that smart houses are coming, that soon everything in our lives will be hooked up to the internet of things, blah, blah, blah, and we will be connected through social media to every other person in the world. He asks me what my favored platforms are. I explain that I don't use any of them because they make me feel too squirrelly. Or not exactly squirrelly, more like a rat who can't stop pushing a lever. Pellet of affection! Pellet of rage! Please, please, my pretty!