Quotes About Anxiety

Human fears are very often irrational constructs of the mind.

So much of anxiety was anxiety about having anxiety.

Anxiety does not ask your permission. Anxiety does not come when expected. It's very rude. It barges in at the strangest moments, stopping all activity, focusing everything on itself It sucks the air our of your lungs and scrambles the world.

We're going to die, Keith said, the moment he was gone. This man is a serial killer. We're going to die, and he's going to bury us in his garden and build a shed on us.

I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.

Few words are more chilling when put together than make friends. The command to pair bond sent ice water through Stevie's veins. She wanted falling rocks. But she knew what would happen if she didn't do the talking—her parents would. And if her parents started, anything could happen.

Sometimes I feel like I've been waiting for someone to tell me when I can be normal again,' she said. 'I keep thinking I'll get a letter. Or a call. When does it happen?' Pete looked like he wanted to walk toward her, but then he fell back against the car. The staring contest between them for almost a minute, and finally Pete exhaled loudly. It's okay,' he said.

That was something they taught you in anxiety therapy- the thoughts may come, but you don't have to chase them all. It was sort of the opposite of good detective work, in which you had to follow every lead.

Anxiety, her therapist had told her many times, never killed anyone. It felt like death, but it was an illusion. A terrible illusion that inhabited your body and tried to make it its puppet. It told you nothing mattered because everything was made of fear.

Anxiety is very accommodating. Minutes ago, Stevie's anxiety was all about failure. It neatly converted itself into worry about places called Bounce Houses and not having hot water or air-conditioning. It was perfectly ready to bring the snakes to the party. It's a big tent. All problems are welcome.

People say depression lies. Anxiety is just stupid. It's unable to tell the difference between things that are actually scary (being buried alive, for example) and things that are not scary at all (being in bed under the covers). It hits all the same buttons. Stop. Go. Up. Down. It's all the same to anxiety.

How could she be anxious when everything was so cheerful? Very easily, as it happens. Brain chemistry doesn't care about how pretty things are.

Maybe he understood how terrifying it is to do the thing you meant to do.

Why was she so anxious? Because she had anxiety.

Sometimes anxiety did that—it could slow you down or speed you up.

And then, it arrived. Anxiety does not ask your permission. Anxiety does not come when expected. It's very rude. It barges in at the strangest moments, stopping all activity, focusing everything on itself. It sucks the air out of your lungs and scrambles the world. Her vision went spotty around the edges. The ringing in her ears swelled again. Her knees buckled.

She didn't want to be brave anymore. It was exhausting. Anxiety crawled under her skin all the time, like some alien creature that might burst through at any moment. Stevie

I am out of ideas and need to conserve my energy so I can freak out more efficiently.

You know how depression lies? Well anxiety is stupid. I did not just say people with anxiety are stupid. No, no. I mean that anxiety itself is stupid. If you asked anxiety what two plus two is, anxiety will think very hard and say triangle or a bag of Fritos or a commemorative stamp. Because anxiety doesn't know what anything is. It will try to convince you that things that are totally fine are worthy of dread.

She wrinkled her nose to dismiss the thought. This is how she had learned to release some of her anxiety- thoughts may come, but she didn't have to follow them everywhere they wanted her to go

Stevie wanted to do the same but found she could not move. Angela had been her case, her charge, her person to protect. She had known something was very wrong, but now it was

A half hour later, with a new schedule and an alarming set of personal academic benchmarks to meet, Steve was released back into the wild, feeling a confusing blend of joy and terror, which was often a ticket to a ride on the anxiety roller coaster.

But where excitement tends to take you up, into the higher, brighter levels of feeling, anxiety pulls you down, making you feel like you have to grip the earth to keep from sliding off as it turns.

They used to rush through here, and it was wonderful to watch, it was the hurry of men who knew where they were going and were eager to get there. Now they're hurrying because they are afraid. It's not a purpose that drives them, it's fear.