Quotes About Anxiety

the basis of depression as well as the difference between fear and despair. Fear was when you wandered into a cellar and worried that the door would close shut. Despair was when

the basis of depression as well as the difference between fear and despair. Fear was when you wandered into a cellar and worried that the door would close shut. Despair was when the door closed and locked behind you.

I stacked the days up like Jenga blocks, imagining I was making progress, and then—crash—along would come a five-hour panic attack or a day of total apocalyptic darkness, and those Jenga days would topple back down again.

We have handed over our instincts to the hands of a clock. Increasingly, we serve time rather than time serving us. We fret about time. We wonder where time has gone. We are obsessed with time.

Remember Feeling you have no time doesn't mean you have no time. Feeling you are ugly doesn't mean you are ugly. Feeling anxious doesn't mean you need to be anxious. Feeling you haven't achieved enough doesn't mean you haven't achieved enough. Feeling you lack things doesn't make you less complete.

Chi teme di soffrire, soffre già perché teme.

those ever-darkening stairs of the mind

When you have a bout of mental illness for the first time, you imagine this is how your life is going to be for ever. You will have depression punctuated by panic attacks and that is how things will stay. And that was terrifying. The claustrophobia of it. There seemed no way out.

I couldn't sleep. Of course I couldn't. I had a whole universe to worry about.

As Montaigne put it, "He who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears.

se la nostra ansia è in parte un prodotto della cultura, allora possiamo modificarla cambiando le nostre reazioni nei confronti di quella stessa cultura.

To make money, we've had to train audiences to consume news in a certain way. We need you anxious, pre-pissed, addicted to conflict. Moreover we need you to bring a series of assumptions every time you open a paper or turn on your phone, TV, or car radio.

The news is an addictive product. Like cigarettes, this product can have a profound negative impact on your health. Almost without exception it will make you lonelier, more anxious, more distrustful of others, and more depressed.

This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims.

The biggest enemy of your learning is the gnawing worry that you're not "doing it right." Dissertation work tends to encourage that.

I was quite a shy child. I would get terribly nervous and throw up before my birthday party. And then I would be fine. I feel the same now. I get nervous, then it's fine.

If my penis were a writer/director, it would be Woody Allen - small, neurotic, and, frankly, hit or miss.

Daughters," he says. "You raise them and watch them grow up, and you love them so much it makes you crazy. Then one day some guy shows up. Maybe he's nice. Maybe he's got a good job. Maybe he's got his shirt tucked in and he calls you sir. But he's never quite what you're hoping for. If you have one someday—a daughter, I mean—you'll know what I'm talking about.

There are few things more nerve-racking than trying to act normal with a camera in your face and someone shouting at you to "act normal.

Knowing the workings of the discursive mind, seeing how it maneuvers to dupe us, is no small deal. When I'm paralyzed by anxiety, I'm sometimes surprised that I find the joys and the quiet times of everyday life insipid. It's as though I missed the adrenaline that rushes through me when I am in crisis mode, which is quite dramatic. The blows of fate are crushing, exhausting, but at least in the moment of struggling with them I know why I get up in the morning.

When there are boys you have to worry about how you look, and whether they like you, and why they like another girl better, and whether they're going to ask you to something or other. It's a strain.

Of course I worry too much," Nate said. "But I'm usually right. The people who worry are always right. That's how that works.

Between them, the fear, the fear shared in common, and, through the fear, the abyss of fear over which they join one another without being able to do so, dying, each alone, of fear.

As a kid, all I thought about was death.