I can feel the angst,
just hanging on my face.
Feeling the irritability,
seep into my blood stream,
and take over my being.
I can’t hide it.
It is shown so bluntly,
and so true,
on my exterior,
that I don’t even need to verbalise it,
to be known.
It doesn’t feel like my angst.
It doesn’t feel like it belongs in my head.
It’s not really me.
It’s taking up residence,
in my head,
for the time being.
I’m just waiting with it,
and living through it,
until it leaves.
Being as patient as I can be,
it tests me,
right from my morals,
to my beliefs.
With deep breaths,
I breathe.
I take reigns of the wild horses,
in my head,
and I continue with my day,
despite,
the overwhelming sense of dread.
Hay's Corner 
I identify with that overwhelming feeling of dread. And the kind that has no reason for existing but it does.
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Yeah totally, it lingers there for some reason even though everything around us should be making us happy. I have found it a relief to start recognising it as not my own heavy weight of negative, but as an emotion that will soon pass. The irritability is still there, but I can function better without letting it throw me down a hole of doubt, and restlessness.
Thanks for your comment!
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I have found the same thing. If I don’t actually have something to be anxious about, I try to move on my way, I still feel it, but I’m not listening to what it says.
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Yes! It’s when I feel at my lowest I am more susceptible and more likely to believe it. The power of our minds is amazing.
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And when I get too tired or sometimes just too much people contact.
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