Sentences with phrase «where anxious thoughts»

Of course, game day is not always the enemy — White and Beljan both cite watching television on the couch as a place where their anxious thoughts get the best of them — and a lot of what sufferers feel can not be beat by the conscious mind.

Not exact matches

As such, they are often anxious to roll up their sleeves and pitch in where they think they should.

I think people just want to find a place where the pebbles and boulders are left on the ground — a place where they can just breathe and not be anxious about an ambush.

Last thing... I have found this blog really helpful: http://www.anxietyguru.net/ Although I find I can't read it on days where I'm feeling really anxious (when I'm feeling really anxious I don't want to read, or think about anxiety).

Now think of places you have been that you didn't feel so good — where you felt stressed, anxious and not at peace.

This is where you will learn to let go of self - doubt, anxious thoughts, and negative self - talk.

I no longer worry about things that are out of my control, and if I have any anxious thoughts, I can tell them where to go pretty quick.

It's hard to describe because I think people envision depression as wanting to be in bed all day, hiding under the covers + crying (which trust me... some days I definitely feel like doing), however there is «high functioning depression «where you go ahead + try to kick a ** everyday but still feel sad, anxious + hopeless inside... so that is the current boat I am in (sorry this isn't more «upbeat» but I think maybe some people can relate to this + if this can help one other person not feel like they are battling similar issues alone, that makes me feel better to be there to say «it's ok»).

I could hear them like voices in my own head — why has this boy stopped talking, queer as a winged snake is he, leant against the wall with such a look on his face, would be handsome if he weren't so sullen, what a chest he has, deep as a wrestler's, how does it spring from those twisted haunches to which are pawled legs like hanks of rope, oh god, his ribcage is heaving as if at any moment he may vomit, maybe he is ill, boy what is your problem, alas, my wordless enquiries cause his convulsions to grow worse, I think he may be going to have a fit, what will I do if he dies, oh dear, my further anxious attempts to communicate, with twisting «wherefore» hand motions and raising of eyebrows, seem to cause violent shudders, bugger's lips are writhing in some kind of agony, should a doctor be called, where can one find a doctor in this place, where the hell am I anyway, what the fuck am I doing here?

While I'm incredibly anxious to hear what you think of where Distance is at currently, I'm still just excited that Distance has somehow become the experience that it is.

In real estate, there's one prominent instance — and certainly many others — where it pays in actual dollars for people to keep their thoughts to themselves: when sellers are anxious to get out of a neighborhood they don't like anymore but need a buyer who will fall in love with it.

Thought I would share that I too constantly felt anxious and had episodes where I was crippled with fear.