Quotes About Anxiety

I'm a nervous flyer, and it doesn't make it any easier when I get to the airport and see the sign TERMINAL.

You keep your nerves on edge and you're always ready to lash out. You distance yourself from everyone. It's because you are afraid of people. You are the weakest person in this village

The pain associated with the fear of failure is often stronger than the pain of the failure itself

I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.

I have three phobias which, could I mute them,would make my life as slick as a sonnet,but dull as ditch water:I hate to go to bed,I hate to get up and I hate to be alone...

How much do I really believe that will happen? • What do I think is the most likely thing to happen? • What is the most unlikely thing to occur? • What could I do if that happened? Tell yourself: • Ideas can sound frightening, but that doesn't make them true.

anxious kids are just following the instructions that their worry brain is giving: Proceed with caution; handle with care; warning: danger ahead.

Kids don't have to stop the thoughts. They simply need to change their relationship to their thoughts. The more your child can learn to trust themselves, and not their anxiety, the more they will be able to put the worry thoughts aside.

Her forehead was a maze of anxious little grooves, from a lifetime of wondering about whether everyone within range was OK.

Being easily freaked out comes with its own special skill set: you develop subtle tricks to work around it, make sure people don't notice. Pretty soon, if you're a fast learner, you can get through the day looking almost exactly like a normal human being.

I'm amazed this guy manages to get out of bed in the morning without working himself into a panic attack over the chance that he might trip on the bath mat and stab himself through the eye socket with his toothbrush and be left with a permanent twitch that'll ruin his chances of landing an airplane safely if the pilot has a heart attack and doom hundreds to a fiery death.

If you put your energy into how much a fall would hurt, you're already half way down.

someone else, bore its way in and feed off that mind too. Even the cute little student mincing along in her flowery dress, the shuffling old fella with his shuffling spaniel, they look Ebola-lethal. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. Maybe I'm getting the flu.

Not just the normal back-and-forth. A prickle in the air, a slicing edge. I couldn't tell if it was about her, or just the day that was it, or if it was the squad. Murder is different. The beat goes faster and harder; the tightrope is higher and narrower. One foot wrong, and you're gone.

Once the fear took hold, I was fucked. I'd never known anything like it could exist: all-consuming, ravenous, a whirling black vortex that sucked me under so completely and mercilessly that it truly felt like I was being devoured alive, bones splintered, marrow sucked.

Liv was never afraid of cot death or of Holly falling out of bed and hitting her head or any of the standard-issue parental boogeymen. All she worried about was that Holly might wake up, in the middle of the night, and think she was all alone.

This guy couldn't order a sandwich without tying himself in knots about the possible consequences of mayonnaise.

Ask any economist: broke is made of how you feel. The credit crunch didn't happen because people woke up any poorer than they'd been the day before; it happened because people woke up scared.

Aber irgendwie wurde ich trotzdem das ungute Gefühl nicht los, dass sie mich weggeschickt hatten, weil sie sich vor mir fürchteten. Wie ein entsetzlich missgestaltetes Kind, das eigentlich das Säuglingsalter nicht hätte überstehen sollen, oder wie ein siamesischer Zwilling, dessen andere Hälfte unter dem Messer gestorben war, so war ich einfach nur dadurch, dass ich überlebt hatte, zu einem Monstrum geworden.

Be scared terrified petrified that everything you are is every kind of wrong. Good girl.

every flash of moonlight off a leaf looked like bared white teeth, the tree over the car looked dense with shadow-things hanging ready to drop. Every sound had me leaping around, but there was never anything to see.

They're unsettled and they're frightened, and what they want from me isn't the lovely presents, any more; it goes much deeper. They're afraid that they're not who they always thought they were, and they want me to find them reassurance

The thought of a mortgage round my neck makes me edgy.

I want you at home so that any time I start getting panicky, I can stick my head in and look at you and take a few deep breaths. It's for my sake, not yours.