Healing From the Inside Out

I lay on his table, my eyes shut, tears streaming down the side of my head and pooling into my ears.

I had never been to an osteopath before and wasn’t sure what an osteopath did. What I did know in that moment was that an osteopath hurt.

His strong hands pressed deep inside my stomach, shifting my internal organs, squeezing and twisting them like putty until I wanted to scream.

When it was over, I drove home, traumatized inside and out. Tears still streaming from the pain, the invasion, and the release.

For the next couple of days, the muscles around my stomach felt like they had taken a pummeling.

Since about March or April, I’ve endured pain in my right hip. Some of you may shout, “It’s your age! Getting older sucks, haha.”

First, . . . . no. I’m not 80.

Second, the pain likely was sparked by improper posture when writing or working (sitting at a computer all day); improper posture when working out (without a mirror or a trainer to shout me into position), or improper expression and release of emotions.

My physical therapist, massage therapist, and chiropractor friends each took turns working their magic on me.

The chiro informed me that my hips were uneven by about an inch, and he…