Perceiving the body

When I am suffering from a bout of hypochondria my body feels precarious. I can feel my insides, my heart beating.

For me I feel the root of my hypochondria is a fear of my lack of control over death and health. I lost my best friend when I was 18 and on a trip to Mexico. He died of a mysterious disease. I felt immortal. I remember we were late for our second class train so we ran and jumped onto the moving train immortal. Scott died and mortality hit me deeply it destroyed my new confidence. I was fragile and life was precarious.

Many years later I developed hypochondria but I know that some of the roots lie here.