Quotes About Anxiety

The memories of previous failures and the images of feared future scenarios that we bring to mind in the process add their own twist to the spiral of worsening mood.

Depression may be exacting a staggering toll, but its cousin—chronic anxiety—is becoming disturbingly common too, with average levels of anxiety in children and young people now at a point that would have been judged to be "clinical" in the 1950s.4 It's not a great stretch of the imagination to assume that in a few decades unhappiness, depression and anxiety will have become the normal human condition, rather than happiness and contentment.

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

En el fondo, toda filosofía no era más que el canto lastimero de un niño que se ve obligado a ahuyentar el miedo que le causa la oscuridad.

I've taken on this task to keep me from staring into the gloom and being frightened. For I am frightened. Fear creeps up on me from all sides, and I don't want to wait until it gets to me and overpowers me. I shall write until darkness falls, and this new, unfamiliar work should make my mind tired, empty and drowsy. I'm not afraid of morning, only of the long, gloomy afternoons.

Déjà, je ne suis plus qu'une fine pellicule recouvrant un amoncellement de souvenirs. Je n'en peux plus. Qu'adviendra-t-il de mois si cette peau venait à se rompre ?

them fell silent. Dennison noticed his friend also looked worried and asked what was wrong. As they talked further, each boy admitted being anxious about a private problem. After further discussion, Dennison

Derealization—A feeling that one's surroundings are strange or unreal. Often involves previously familiar people.

It's not the actual crime that makes me want to leave, it's the possibility that it can happen any time, any second now, even in the next minute. That it might never happen at all, but I'll think it will happen any second now for the next ten years.

Notice that supportive touch alone makes the difference. "Talking about it" may be of limited use when a mate is anxious or irritable. Talking uses the rational brain, while holding your partner instead—preferably in silence—soothes the "problem child" itself, the amygdala. (Guys will appreciate the "in silence" part.) The time to talk will come later when perspective is restored.

Anything you're trying to will is focused on the future it's always associated with some sort of anxiety that makes the present moment somewhat uncomfortable.

Play teaches people to be capable of living with others without control; it connects the experiences of vulnerability and surprise to curiosity and wonder, rather than to crippling anxiety. How

People do not yet realize (because the mind isn't built that way) what war can be. They fear it but surely they fear it the way children fear nightmares, dimly, without definite images in their heads of how it will all work out.

I am frightened and doubtful, and everyone who touches me must suffer.

you can't put something as dumb as a hauler bot in charge of security for anything without spending even more money for expensive company-employed human supervisors. So they made us smarter. The anxiety and depression were side effects.

Frankly, I didn't know what station security was going to do about it, either. In fact, I'm sure station security was now shitting itself almost as hard as I metaphorically was.

The humans hadn't gotten a lot of sleep last night, from the crowding and the strong possibility of dying.

When constructs were first developed, they were originally supposed to have a pre-sentient level of intelligence, like the dumber variety of bot. But you can't put something as dumb as a hauler bot in charge of security for anything without spending even more money for expensive company-employed human supervisors. So they made us smarter. The anxiety and depression were side effects.

I was trying not to think about all the ways I'd screwed up and what might happen next, a future that was bound to include even more creative screw-ups on my part. I had gotten used to the former and I hated going back to the latter.

Because change is terrifying. Choices are terrifying. But having a thing in your head that kills you if you make a mistake is more terrifying.

the humans on the Station wouldn't have to think about what I was, a construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unfocused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed by my governor module.

I couldn't pin down what was bothering me. Scan was negative, and this far away from the team there was no ambient sound except the whisper through the air system. Maybe it was the lack of security camera access, but I'd been in worse places with no cameras. Maybe it was something subliminal. Actually, it felt pretty liminal. Pro-liminal. Up-liminal? Whatever, there was no knowledge base here to look it up.

They're coming this way, quickly!' 'I didn't really want to know that.

I just had a bad feeling about the little shit.