“I told myself anger was productive and I deserved to be angry. I told myself maybe if I drove a socket wrench between my ribs everything would feel correct and perfect. I told myself I’d save time if I paid less attention to mirrors. And the resentment and anger only fueled anxiety. They were all obsessed with each other.”
In this story, I write about anxiety and the ways it exists in the body, how insecurity manifests physically, and how I slowly rewired myself.
