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Anxiety


Anxiety is a very generous word, so generous that it makes a lot more sense in the plural, anxieties. This is because, like a large umbrella, a load of elements can fit under it.

However, despite its multitude of disturbances and manifestations, anxiety can be traced back to quite simple and predictable stress triggers. In its origins, it is much more visceral and organic than people imagine.

A common trigger, for example, is hunger. You can lose hunger, overeat, stick to a crash diet, all as a neurovegetative expression of stress.

Irritability is another trivial trigger. You are more easily irritated, frustrated, and angry over nothing, cultivating an inner anger, sometimes silent, sometimes explosive.

Loneliness is also an important trigger. It is a complex feeling that includes inadequacy, weakened belonging, nostalgia for everything that has already happened and for everything that cannot happen. It is a mood that can be thoughtful, rueful, self-defeating, filled with neediness and dependence.

Fatigue, finally, is the most common of all triggers. You may notice this mentally with impaired thinking, physically with exhaustion, overwork, and worry. There is also cognitive fatigue, typical of those who need to make successive, objective, and rational decisions at short intervals; and emotional fatigue, typical of people who feel they are experiencing affective stagnation.

These triggers, converting from one into another, mark stress as the primary cause of anxiety. You may be tired or bored and have an increased appetite or become irritable. Likewise, you can lose your appetite when irritated or grieved, feel tired after a frustrating day at work and so on.

From stress to anxiety disorder, there is a gradual aggravation of the frequency and intensity of these triggers, often twisted by a first emotion originating another secondary, irascible, lasting, and marked by anguish. A panic attack, for example, is a symptom of anxiety rather than a simple stress response.


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