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# Back Pain - Something real had shifted
- URL: https://www.sarnoclinic.com/back-pain-something-shifted/
- Published: 2026-04-01T08:01:28.000Z
- Updated: 2026-04-01T08:33:34.000Z
- Description: I just wanted to share my story, hoping it gives someone else a bit of light. My lower back pain started one ...
- Author: Sarno Clinic
- Tags: Sarno Clinic Newsletter, Personal Stories

I just wanted to share my story, hoping it gives someone else a bit of light.

My lower back pain started one winter morning three years ago. I woke up stiff, as if my spine had turned into concrete. At first, I thought it was from bad posture or too many hours hunched over a laptop. I work in research, so long days in front of a laptop are normal.

But the pain crept in like an uninvited guest who decided never to leave. Sitting became torture, sleep elusive. I started avoiding friends, cafés, even long drives.

I tried everything. Physio, acupuncture, massage, scans, yoga, special cushions. Each offered a glimpse of hope, followed by disappointment. Every doctor shrugged. My MRI was “normal.” I felt broken but invisible. The worst part wasn’t the pain itself. It was the fear that it would never end.

Then, by accident, I stumbled upon Dr. John Sarno’s work. I was very skeptical. The idea that emotions could cause real physical pain sounded almost insulting after all I’d endured. Still, my options were gone, so what did I have to lose?

Reading his insights was like reading myself. For the first time, I saw myself clearly. Not a reflection but the real me. Someone driven, self-critical, afraid to fail.

It wasn’t the pain, it was the pressure I lived under. If I wanted to heal I had to stop fearing the sensations, to resume normal life and face the emotions behind them.

It wasn’t an instant cure. The first week, I screamed internally, “This can’t work!” But as I journaled, memories surfaced. Anger I’d buried, grief I’d avoided came out on the page.

One day, sitting at my desk without my cushion, I realized the pain had faded. My focus wasn’t on my body anymore but on my life.

Friends were cautious. A doctor told me it was just a placebo. But inside, I knew something real had shifted. I’d stopped running from myself.

On the rare mornings the ache returns, I greet it gently, as an old messenger. I listen, not with fear, but with curiosity.

Pain no longer defines me, it reminds me. In releasing it, I’ve discovered what it means to be truly free.

*Gracie*

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