I know severe depression causes me to organize my thoughts poorly and can't find words to save my life. Anxiety just makes me a bumbling idiot and makes my thoughts bounce around too much. And I have Asberger's which kills my social abilities. I did some house painting for a man in 1985 and I was an anxious wreck. He took one look at me and said "Get yourself together, man!" A nurse and resident in the hospital didn't like that I was anxious and yelled at me, refused to give me xanax and put me on a heavy anti-psychotic.