{"id":57,"date":"2022-03-24T11:12:22","date_gmt":"2022-03-24T15:12:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pages.vassar.edu\/communitiesarecritical\/?page_id=57"},"modified":"2022-04-06T11:06:38","modified_gmt":"2022-04-06T15:06:38","slug":"sydney-boyum","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pages.vassar.edu\/communitiesarecritical\/sydney-boyum\/","title":{"rendered":"Sydney Boyum"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cI 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\u2019d save time if I paid less attention to mirrors. And the resentment and anger only fueled anxiety. They were all obsessed with each other.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n