Quotes About Overwhelmed

She couldn't concentrate enough to lose herself in a book—her lifelong method of escape.

My mind is done for the night, shorted out; there's nothing left but a dial tone.

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.

Obviously I wasn't about to rise to that one. "I'd only get mixed up and end up telling you about Mary Barber or someone. I can't think straight today. I keep . . ." I shoved lasagna bits aimlessly around my plate. "Never mind.

just became so overwhelmed with potential food options that i actually cried

By the time I covered myself with the crisp sheet and soft blanket, I was tired and ready to close the book on this insane day.

I get more spam than anyone I know.

Medically speaking, there is no such thing as a nervous breakdown. Which is very annoying to discover when you're right in the middle of one.

I never imagined what it would be like to spend a 12-hour day crying and covered in blood.

I turn into a crying, hysterical maniac when I see a spider. It's pathetic.

I can't even handle a spider in my bathtub. I'm scared of the dark, and I've got ultimate, epic bug phobia.

I feel like a human pinata. The disappointing thing is, no candy is going to spill out.

I felt less like Cinderella and more like used drywall. Perpetually screwed.

If you truly love someone, have the faith to 'let them go.' Encourage them to be the fullest measure of themselves, and you will be overwhelmed by the love that your spouse returns to you.

There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.

He is full of adrenaline, his nerves are shot, and his mind is cluttered up with free-floating anxiety-floating around on an ocean of generalized terror.

Oh, god!" Carl Hollywood said, and collapsed into a big, tatty, overstuffed chair they kept backstage for such purposes.

Arsibalt was horrified. "But how can you not be fascinated by—" "I am fascinated," I insisted. "That's the problem. I am suffering from fascination burnout. Of all the things that are fascinating, I have to choose just one or two.

I feel dead, wasted, awful, broken and useless. It's not the kind of feeling you forget.

I'm jealous of her. Can you be jealous of your mom for being able to handle things? I couldn't take a day off, take a dog to the vet, and cook dinner. That's like three times too much stuff for me to get done in one day. How am I ever going to have my own house?

Like I'm on the verge of just blowing up. All the stress and pressure and anxiety just bubbling up.

I'll get up and bike to the Brooklyn Bridge and throw myself off it.

You're not expressing a lot of emotion about these things." "Oh. Well. They're too big.

There are a lot of Tentacles," I admit. "But I should be able to handle them. The problem is that I'm so lazy.