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you know, because, because, because I. I could speak about many people's just, you know, obviously anonymously. But I will tell you how journal speak was born, which is I was a mother of two, right? So I was told I would never have kids. I found the mind body medicine. But my real recovery is two distinct chapters. Because the first chapter was reading Dr. Sarno's book. He like, had many best selling books. Understanding the theories, like kind of. And then being like, I'm probably fine, I'm fine. I was very young, you know, and so I got married. I had my first two kids. And when my son Oliver was 10 months old. So this is quite a while ago, he's 21 now almost 22, I was. He was toddling around in a walker on my deck, and I didn't want him to go over the two little stairs from the deck to the driveway. So I just picked up the baby walker with the baby in it and I brought it down the two stairs. And like, I'm sure people with bad backs are wincing and being like, don't do that, but you actually can do that. All right, but in that moment, I mean, be careful. Follow your doctor's orders. But. But in that moment, my back felt like a hot knife, an electric knife was dragging through my lower back. So here's two things that happened in that moment. The first is I set the baby down and I literally called out to my friend who was with me, and I was like, something. It's like an emergency. Something happened and I need your help. And I, like, in the shape of an L, hobbled into the house. And that began the. A year. The. The darkest year of my life. A year of the darkest chronic pain. Three days a week in physical therapy, electric stim treatments on my back, opioids, muscle relaxers, steroids, like everything you can imagine that modern medicine could throw at it. Because the second thing that happened to me is I went into a shame spiral. You know, this is your fault. You make terrible decisions. You were told by a doctor you shouldn't have kids. Now not only have you ruined your life, but look, now you have two babies, you've ruined theirs. Like, the. The shame was heavy. So I go into this terrible year. It culminates in an experience that many parents will relate to, which is I have two toddlers. They are now one and almost three. They were in a deli. I'm trying to pay, and my kids are like, grabbing all the impulse buy, right? The Swedish fish and the like, chocolate covered pretzels and mommy, mommy. And they're wild. Yeah, stop it. Sound like. And like I'm wrenching one out of one hand and the other one picks up. I mean, it was, first of all, I can bring myself back there. Like, it was, yes, it's humiliating. But not only is it humiliating, it was. I was feeling very powerless because I felt my back starting to lock up. So I pay. I get them by the wrists because we didn't have a stroller. We were really close to the car. And now I'm in an active parking lot. Cars are whizzing by and I can't get my kids in the car. So I'm standing there with the wrists and I'm Literally, like, in a panic. And I just leaned my head against the driver's side window of my car, and I just cried. I was just like, I am out of options. Like, this is a disaster. I'm endangering my children. So I actually kind of blacked out. I don't remember getting them in the car or getting them home, but somehow I did. And I do remember this. After I got them to bed, I remember sitting on my bed and looking out the window, and it was like a clear night and stars and trees. And I just thought, I surrender. I surrender. I've been a year in this modern medicine. I don't think it's bad, but it's not helping me. And I remember Dr. Sarno in that moment, and he was, thank God, still at NYU Medical Center. And I got an appointment with him, and I went into the city and I wrote a novel, Mike, of. I'm such a. Like a. An A student, you know, I wrote a novel of, like, when I bend, when I. This and la, la, la. And like. And this is the treatments. And I mean, I like. It was. It was, like, in chapters. And I, like, solemnly, like, push it across the table to him. And he. And. And I. And I tell you this. This is the truth. My hand to God, he took it, and without losing my gaze, he threw it in the garbage. Now, there was, like, a metal waste paper basket next to his. And this man was already 80 years old. I mean, he had had it. And he looked at me. He goes, let's examine you. He had my films up on the screen. Let's examine you. Gave me a full physical exam. Takes me back into the office. He says, I want to explain something to you. I don't care when your back hurts. It's immaterial. Thank you. Love you. But that is not the point. The point is I'm looking at your films. I'm looking at your physical. There is no way. He's like, go to Mayo. Go to Harvard. Go to Hopkins, wherever you want to go. No doctor is going to tell you that your pain experience maps to this one abnormality. It doesn't make medical sense. Sometimes it shoots up into your shoulder. Sometimes it's sciatica. Sometimes it's like a shin splint, you know, Sometimes it's on the left side, Sometimes it's on the right. Sometimes it's numbness. He's like, what you have. And this is a. An acronym that he created, tms. It stands for Tension Myoneural Syndrome. The only reason I even mention it Is because any Sarno people will be like, right. Tms. And it's, like, good, like shorthand. But really all it means, it's the umbrella under which all of these chronic symptoms live. It is this confused relationship between the mind, the body, and the nervous system. So he explained to me what was going on. And he said to me, one of the best ways to get your reservoir out is to journal. Now, I have to. I have to tell you that if anyone's ever skeptical about my work, you gotta know you got a friend in me. I was like, all right, buddy. I'm like, I can't lift my children, but you want me to journal. Like, I was. I wasn't rude, but inside I was rude. And I was like, I. Okay. Like, that sounds like really. No, but he said, you'd be surprised. You don't know what's in there. And I was like, all right. So I was desperate enough, you know, Some people in recovery call God the gift of desperation. Like, I was just. Just like, I got nothing, right? So I go home and I'm making these lists as I was assigned. Childhood, daily life, and personality. And I'm journaling, and it feels like a whole lot of nothing. I'm, like, playing my tapes, right? I know about that time in sixth grade, my dad was the worst. You know, whatever. So I get to the topic of motherhood, and I'm like, okay. So I put motherhood on the top of the page. I was in, like, it's just like. I want you to picture it. I'm in, like, a deli in the corner, like, with a yellow legal pad. And I am writing. I'm tired. I have two babies in cribs. I have two babies in diapers. This wasn't the plan. You know, my ex husband's always. Well, he's my husband at the time. He's always working. I'm always alone, you know, and I'm playing my tapes. And I had what I would have to call a spiritual moment because there was a voice that came into my consciousness that is not the voice of me. Now, I'm not schizophrenic.