Nobody freaks out in the sticks except the random, "I'm going to shoot my wife because she fucked Jethro" horseshit that's always been happening.
Though I get you on the knife's edge of freak-out everybody's under. Death throes of modern civilization will do that, I guess? Everybody's in fight or flight mode.
I'll say the more I unplug, the happier I am. Though I'm lucky. For now I'm gainfully employed in my small rural town where 90% of what's important happens in a 30 miles radius. I have the luxury of ignoring Ukraine, bank collapses, mass shootings (until one happens here I guess), political nonsense, and the sale of the Washington NFL team. I have my Post subscription, but treat it like fan fiction. The crossword section gets the hardest workout.
Make no mistake, I never forget the small town Elysian bliss I live in is an illusion perpetuated by local leaders who are putting their heads in the sand. But all the existential terror is beyond my control, and the older i get the easier it is to not worry about things I can't influence. Is that nihilism?