A 1950s book which I'm currently reading has a following description of a lady who is in a state of shock because she suspects her husband is going to murder her (this is a Dutch version of an English book, so I'll have to paraphrase):
She looked as a woman who had lost interest in everything. She paid no attention to her hairstyle and her skin. Her clothes had been originally of good quality but appeared unkempt. There were hairs on the collar of her jacket and the hem of her skirt was saggy. Her stockings were twisted and her shoes not polished for at least a week.
According to the author, the appearance of that unlucky female (who was, by the way, in her early fifties) was a clear reflection of her inner turmoil. I wonder what she would have thought about our modern society where polishing shoes is something which probably happens in most households once a year, provided people wear shoes at all and not sneakers.
No wonder depression and anxiety are at all times high!