On the night before we were married, all of the anxiety in the world came down upon me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Anxiety has afflicted me all my life.
There was a point in time where the thought of people even talking about me made me anxious. Physically.
My wife was afraid of the dark... then she saw me naked and now she's afraid of the light.
The source of so much of my anxiety in life and the tensions in my relationship is my anxiety about my kid. It's all very abstract and unfounded and ungrounded.
Growing up, I was prone to anxiety.
I was so devastated by my second divorce that I had a nervous breakdown.
The only way I could relax was when I was with my children.
With my first two husbands, I always kinda sensed they thought there was something wrong with me. Maybe I was too flighty or whatever.
When it grows dark, we always need someone. This thought, the product of anxiety, only comes to me in the evenings, just when I'm about to end my writerly explorations.
I was going through a divorce, and I had a lot of reading I was doing, and I developed what was probably a serious anxiety problem - because I was about as poor as you can get, in graduate school, and trying to make my work and keep my head above water.
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