What pisses you off?

[Morrigu]

I just put it down to the fact you are a bloke Wokko

It sounds horrific but it also sounds like you have pretty good insight and a handle on how to manage it. And if talking about it even on here with all us nuffies helps then even if it is just the chance to vent - then go for it!

I give a lot of presentations and thankfully I have never felt anxious - too full of myself perhaps so I can't imagine what it must feel like.

Only time I have ever really been really anxious was when we were trying to get out of Morrocco and the eejits driving us to the border were trying to scam more money - those poor Muslim lads experienced the best of an explosive Irish temper and language that they could not have imagined existed!

Maybe try swearing a lot - seems to works for me - although maybe not in earshot of the daughter. I hope it passes quickly and doesn't reappear for ages ( not at all would be even better!)

[Mugwump]

^Good luck with that Wokko. It is surprisingly common. My mother has it, and so does one of my children. It's a bastard.

The brain is a chemical system, and like any chemical system it needs the right balance of elements to function right. What the pharmaceuticals can do is simply help with that balance. If it keeps happening, i hope you'll see the doctor to see whether getting it medicated works for you. In truth, your body is producing too much adrenalin, or neurotransmitter, or whatever, and that should be treatable without bad side effects. Good luck with it.

[David]

[pietillidie]

Wokko, old chap, no wonder you drive me mad: It's the mirror effect!

Anxiety of the sort you refer to is definitely as genetic as the day is long. It makes everything burdensome *in advance of it happening*, draining your energy before you even get there! What you describe makes perfect sense, and all I can say is you're not mad!

Correct me if I'm wrong, but if anxiety is the dominant struggle, the depression that kicks in periodically is a sort of exhaustion from the weariness of living with the anxiety; the realisation that the anxiety battle is never won. Ideally it is "managed", but often the best one can seem to do is "handle" it.

We're all different, but keep pushing that reset button without apology. One of the hardest things is people not being able to see the struggle, as they would if you were in plaster or on crutches. Also, as the anxiety cycles, people see you at different times, with the mood contrast confusing them. So, not only does the anxiety make it hard to go out, which itself confuses people, it makes keeping a consistent mood up for others hard.

The effect of that is isolation with one's already burdensome anxious thought process.

I always liked that Leigh Matthews quote, "Don't explain and don't complain". Not because you shouldn't let it out like this, but because of how hard the bloody thing is to explain to people. You say too much, people get weary of you; you say too little, people get confused by you. Grr!

Anyhow, while anxiety affects our topic selection, it doesn't mean your logic and arguments are wrong in any given case, so don't think it takes anything away from your sanity. Anxiety makes you feel mad when your logic and reasoning are perfectly fine; all that's wrong is the weighting of things caused by anxiety crowding out other stuff. By causing us to overweight future concerns beyond our control, it reduces our sense of present efficacy, so we have to force ourselves to focus on present tasks that get us in " flow".

Easier said than done, but never let that bastard condition win!

[Wokko]

Yep, no need to add anything to that, a post I can 100% get behind . Thanks everyone for your thoughts and kind words, it's been a rough few days. I'm always better at night than during the day so ok now, just gotta hope to wake up from it in the morning.

[partypie]

Hey Wokko, I'm pretty sure there is quite a lot of yoga that you can do in the privacy of your own home, either dvd or online. The local library usually has some to borrow. I really like yogalates, which is Pilates and yoga combined. It is really good for anxiety, which I am prone to.

[Morrigu]

Stupid bloody people who significantly overstep the bounds of their scope of practice and knowledge and then argue argue argue and argue with but but but but and but in an attempt to cover up their fck up and lack of knowledge and understanding of in particular Acts governing consent and refusal to treatment ARGHHH!!!!

[stui magpie]

[Morrigu]

^

Plural but that's ok the clot is in my leg not my arm

[pietillidie]

More underclass harassment today, with the usual tactic of leaning into our space and asking for 90 cents for a bus ticket. This time, two thugs, one leaning into my partner with an eye on her handbag. Yet again, I move to shield her and cop menacing eye contact. A few minutes later, a fearful, frail old bloke is bullied into conceding as they wander about isolating people, as I've witnessed several times now.

Oh, and not a hint of refugee or brownness about them.

Of course, I feel sorry for the poor buggers, but this complete abandonment of public space outside well-to-do suburbs, both in the UK and Ireland, is a disgrace.

Instead of policing the streets, I say we privatise prisons and gate off more communities

[pietillidie]

That marvellous height of human democracy and capitalism, the oil economy. If only we can sustain its funding of terrorism and economic instability for another fifty years, that would just be awesome

http://www.theage.com.au/business/markets/tweet-relief-how-a-reporter-lifted-wall-street-20160211-gms7xf.html

http://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2016-02-11/oil-is-the-cheap-date-from-hell


Mugwump gets some Valentine's Day action

[pietillidie]

Those other terrorists walking about clean-shaven in suits, and the parasites who profit from their actions by turning a blind eye and hiding behind layers of middlemen:

[ronrat]

German bastard in our neighborhood walks his large dog on the quiet streets of the estate (not his by the way) so it can crap. Always carries a large stick. The Englishman next door had a go at him so he responded by hitting his puppy (that I bred) and my little poodle with his stick. I was in the shower and by the time I got outside he had buggered off. He also hit my mates shitzu a few months back. Revenge will be sweet, I know his car.

[Morrigu]

[Morrigu]