Overwhelmed Quotes Novels & Stories

Like people liking her writing and buying her books. “Now, what obligations do you have that you must deal with today?” “Stephen has sent over a rather large email with a lot of attachments. Each attachment is a forwarded email from a reader. I need to respond to each one. It’s waited three weeks now, because it’s all so overwhelming. When I open it, I feel like I’m drowning. Beck’s coming to work with me this afternoon to help me get through it all.” Michael recalled that people with her disorder could be easily overwhelmed. It was just an email to him. But the ways she explained it, there were a hundred different daunting and intimidating tasks to do. She described it as if she’d become ov

It was clear that she had only just arrived, and the sheer number of pack members surrounding her seemed to be too much for her to handle. “Shhh, Shhh, Little Bit, I'm on my way, please don't run! Believe in yourself, you have the ability to overcome this challenge!" I communicate through our telepathic connection. "I'm giving it my all! It's just overwhelming to have so many people around me at once. I apologize for feeling like a failure and not being able to cope with large crowds," she confesses, her voice trembling with fear as it reverberates through our connection.

I had been so focused on myself… I forgot the baby was already part of all this. “I understand,” I said quietly. Honestly, I was exhausted. She studied me for a moment. “What are you thinking?” I stayed quiet. Then I finally spoke. “I think I’ve been making it worse.” “You’ve been overwhelmed,” she corrected gently. “That is not the same as making it worse.”

“Won’t that overwhelm us?” “Do you feel overwhelmed by them?” “Adrian I am not saying I am feel overwhelmed, I am just saying with us doing the surrogacy thing, wouldn’t that overwhelm us.” “I was just asking. If you feel it will overwhelm you, its ok. They can remain there and will find a way to be there for them as much as I can. Also they are my burden not yours, I am not expecting you to overstretch yourself. I can handle them alone.”

"The first thing will say itself when you are standing in front of it. What you have been preparing is not a script. It is the capacity to be present when it happens." He is quiet for a moment. "What if it is overwhelming?" "Then it is overwhelming," she says. "And you let it be overwhelming. And then you come back from it. You have been coming back from overwhelming things for thirty years. You know how to do that." "Not like this," he says. "No," she agrees. "Not like this. This one is specific. But the capacity is the same." He looks at the road ahead for a long time. Then he says: "I am glad you are here."

"We're going to the hospital soon so don't worry. The medical facilities are good here." "No, Dad," I replied, lowering my seat as I lay back in it. "I don't need to go to the hospital right now. Maybe when we get home. Right now, I'm exhausted, devastated and so much more. I'm relieved, but I feel overwhelmed at the same time. I'm overwhelmed by different emotions." Benjamin put his hand on top of mine and he gave me a gentle squeeze. "Talk to me. What are you feeling? It's normal for you to feel overwhelmed right now. I understand you perfectly well."

I let out a shaky laugh. Nothing about it sounds funny. “I don’t understand what’s happening.” Silence. Neither of them interrupts. Neither of them tries to defend themselves. Which means I don’t stop. Because now the words are coming too fast. “Do you have any idea what this feels like?” My voice rises. Not because I’m angry. Because I’m overwhelmed. Because I feel like nobody is understanding the part that matters. “This doesn’t happen to me.” I look between them. Actually look at them.

I gave her an appreciative look. ************ Elena's words were still printed clear on my head as if it was spilled a mere seconds ago when in reality it's been hours. I couldn't focus on anything. Helplessness crashed into me as it had never before. I thought I was strong enough to pass all this but clearly, I'm not. For the past few days, all the things happening had me overwhelmed with various emotions. It was driving me insane. Everything was eating me up from inside. I hate this, I truly do.

"The voices." “Nothing coherent or useful,” I say with a tired, frustrated shrug. “Sometimes they just whisper my name incessantly. Other times they repeat that I’m damned, that I’m the harbinger. And when there are simply too many of them… it’s all just overwhelming noise. Thousands of voices screaming over each other. Fucking headache.” His eyes narrow slightly, as if he’s trying to mentally solve a horrifying riddle that shouldn’t even exist. He looks like he’s putting two unrelated facts together.

“You can always come back to me whenever you feel like your world is falling apart.” A tear escaped my eye at his words, and I bowed my head in response as I took in what he had said. His words stuck with me and weighed heavily on my heart. The overwhelming emotion I felt was beyond exhausting - it was almost suffocating. His point had been driven home and it left me feeling powerless against the circumstances of life that had suddenly been thrust upon me.