(Warning: this post discusses Anxiety (which you probably figured out) and Depression)
If you’re worried about paying the bills when you’ve got no money in the bank, that’s logical.
Likewise, worrying about a friend who’s been going through a tough time, or feeling anxious before you give a speech, is totally understandable.
Anxiety, though?
Anxiety blows the normal sh** out of proportion, while adding some completely illogical sh** t’boot.
Thanks to my lovely Depression/Anxiety combo, sometimes I find myself worrying about sh** that… I actually don’t care about.
I worry about where the toilets are in restaurants, even when I don’t need the loo, because What If I end up needing to go?
The logical answer: if I need to go, then I’ll either find the loos or ask someone where they are.
I actually don’t care where the loos are right now. Why am I worrying about it?