As for actual anxiety, it's been pretty heavily linked to depression, and weather can fuck you up good sometimes. There's a reason seasonal depression is seasonal. It strikes in the dark and/or rainy months.
You being Australian it's summer down there, but I dunno if it's your rainy season or not. That could spike anxiety.
Of course, it could just be a buildup of a million little things on your mind coming to a boil and it decided to boil over.
Yeah, I used to think of my depression as just the logical by-product of my crippling anxiety and the effect it had/has on my life, but now it seems to be its own thing that sometimes strikes even when I'm feeling as anxiety-free as can be.
It
was grey and rainy yesterday. I considered that could have been partially the cause, but... I
like a bit of rain, and it was all scenic and shit and I didn't even get more than slightly damp. Weirdness. Maybe I was already on my way to a bad mood for unknown subconscious reasons and the weather just bumped me over the edge. Who knows.
Anxiety is also a pretty common symptom of a hangover. You can happily be anxious and twitchy all day without even having a headache, all depending on how your body's handling the alcohol it consumed. It's called "fylleangst" in Norwegian, "bender angst".
I can't believe Norway has such an amazingly useful word like that. Damn. That's like, Deutsch-levels of oddly specific.
Yeah, I often get extra anxious when I'm hungover, but in this case I wasn't - I got drunk and hungover
after my anxiety spiked.
Congrats on the increased benefits, by the way!
I feel like commenting on your wholly unnecessary feelings of guilt, but I can't get my thoughts on the subject in order right now. I will say that it's a little embarrassing whenever I need to show my "Pensioners Concession Card" to folks, though, but it's also kind of fun. Like, I realise they must be wondering WTF is wrong with me. A good time to look into their eyes and allow them to glimpse the madness lurking beneath the surface, before shuddering and averting their gaze... but usually I just thrust out the card and avoid eye contact. Oh well.
Nobody's ever been rude enough to ask me why I have such a card. I guess if they're in a position where checking people's concession is part of their job, basic customer service, manners and not being a huge gronk is probably also part of it.
No one should feel bad for asking for help. If you do then try to let go of the pride
True dat. Take pride in your merits but don't bother with stuff like shame, especially when there's no good reason for it.
Glad to hear you're getting some assistance, too.