Quotes About Anxiety

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Could there be three other words in the English language more effective at striking terror deep within the heart than Got a minute?

Why don't you go to the drugstore right now, get an early pregnancy test, then go up to your apartment and take it before you go back to work?

I'm terrified that if they know how much I hate it, they might take it away.

He felt a chill on the back of his neck. It was self-doubt, the black beetle that had pursued him all his life, pinching at him, poisoning his every success, whispering in his ear about his flaws and his failures and his unworthiness. He hadn't felt it in months, but the pinprick of its claws was instantly familiar. They informed him with their tiny tattoo that he had almost certainly done something immensely, irrevocably, and unforgivably stupid.

He reached for a tabletop and ran his hands over it, clutching the edge until his knuckles turned white. He wanted to know that it was solid. Eddis knew that all the world would seem to him insubstantial, as if it might tear away and reveal something else infinitely larger and more terrifying.

Cooking fills me with a dread I can only describe as the sum total of every negative feeling I've ever had about myself. It takes my chronic impatience, divides it by my inherent laziness, and multiplies it to the power of my deepest self-loathing.

So much of dealing with a disease is waiting. Waiting for appointments, for tests, for procedures. And waiting, more broadly, for it --for the thing itself, for the other shoe to drop. Except in the waiting you keep forgetting that it will really happen--it's more like a threat, an anxiety: Will my love love me forever?

The emotional journey has been as hard as the physical one. The fear I feel, in combination with busy doctors who don't have time to listen, has really affected me.

The elevator door opens right into the loft. I was counting on those extra few seconds of hallway before facing the party, the party we are now part of and in, a party with people talking and laughing and having a party time. I think, I am a solid, trying to do a liquid's job.

Until that moment, it hadn't occurred to me that my grades and test scores over the years were anything more than individual humiliations; I hadn't realized that one day all of them would add up and count against me.

I tried to avoid Mimi. Her presence seemed to call forth every rejection I'd ever experienced—the teachers who'd looked at me as though I held no promise, the boys who didn't like me back. Around her, I became fourteen again.

Yet even though they were together, she could not stop worrying about how much time they would have-

This was the nightmare that had plagued her for months...the same despair that washed over her now. She was losing him.

I'm just a little lonely, that's all. I don't know what my future has in store. I don't want to talk to Josh about it, just because I don't think he'd understand.

I don't know. I live day to day, waiting for the next terrible thing to happen.

You don't worry about them because they're too awful to contemplate worrying about.

I am sincerely sorry, Ned said. There's a delicate matter we need to speak to you about. The blood went out of Straun's face. Who's dead now? Not that matter.

It is almost impossible to have fun when we are bottled up with repressed emotions, worried sick about someone, saturated with guilt and despair, rigidly controlling ourselves or someone else, or worried about what other people are thinking about us. However, most people aren't thinking about us; they're worried about themselves and what we think of them.

worrying about people and problems doesn't help. It doesn't solve problems, it doesn't help other people, and it doesn't help us. It is wasted energy.

Most codependents are reactionaries. We react with anger, guilt, shame, self-hate, worry, hurt, controlling gestures, caretaking acts, depression, desperation, and fury. We react with fear and anxiety. Some of us react so much it is painful to be around people, and torturous to be in large groups of people.

The thing that truly amazes me about myself is that I'm actually more scared of being embarrassed than anything else.

Suddenly my palms were damp and I was more nervous than I'd been facing down that Mage. After all, the only thing he could do was kill me horribly. These people…they could make me look stupid.

Talia was always intimidated by her presence, and always felt she looked hoydenish and disheveled, no matter how carefully she'd prepared herself for confrontations.