As we both grew older, and I became somewhat literate in behavioral health, I quickly diagnosed my mother with hypochondria—lovingly as I could, feeling empathy not for any pain she experienced, but for the phantom threats in her mind, which I will argue trace back to a broken, unexercised, or at least idle heart.
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As we both grew older, and I became somewhat literate in behavioral health, I quickly diagnosed my mother with hypochondria—lovingly as I could, feeling empathy not for any pain she experienced, but for the phantom threats in her mind, which I will argue trace back to a broken, unexercised, or at least idle heart.