My TMS journey began in 2001, when I was pregnant with my son and stuck in an editing job I hated. A good friend had developed RSI, and she told me to be careful, because I could possibly get it as well. Like magic, my symptoms appeared. I then told a few of my friends from my graduate writing program about this RSI problem, and they began to suffer as well. I had to go on disability for my RSI problems (dang! And miss that awful job?) but they only got worse as my pregnancy progressed. The birth of my son did not help as I had hoped, and pretty soon my RSI became my full-time job whenever I wasn't with my baby--I was going to physical therapy 3x a week, plus an RSI doctor out of town, taking Neurontin, lidocaine patches on my arms, you name it. I was also seeing an Alexander Technique instructor, who mentioned Sarno to me. The moment she explained his theories, I knew they applied to me. What else would cause RSI to spread among my friends? Wasn't I in a job I hated? And trying to write fiction in my free time, and terrified of rejection and failure? I stopped the meds, the PT, everything. I read Sarno, and within weeks I was significantly better. A few months later I was cured. My friends who had been suffering: also cured. Then I developed vertigo. Massive, dramatic vertigo, the kind that would send me falling to the ground with no warning. Years before I had developed vertigo and had done all kinds of tests (nothing was conclusive, of course) so I assumed I was being revisited by my old friend. Then it hit me: TMS. The vertigo disappeared. A few years later, my bladder began acting up. I had constant bladder pain. Not like an infection, but a spasm of the bladder. I would wake in the middle of the night with it. I had a cystoscopy (ow) to check for interstitial cystitis, but nothing was found. I spoke to my old Alexander Technique instructor, who said this whole thing was TMS-related. And it was gone. In short: I believe in TMS, I have seen that belief do its magic, but I am currently experiencing TMS pain that, for whatever reason, has left me uniquely dispirited. A couple of months ago my neck went into a massive spasm. This appeared the day after I had a terrible fight with a relative. On my birthday. The neck spasm was not a huge surprise. Although I knew it was caused by stress, I went to an acupuncturist, and had it treated as a physical problem. In retrospect, this may have been a mistake. While it got better, the lower back pain that's been nagging me for years promptly worsened, and I developed an impressive case of sciatica down my left leg. I was also experiencing pain in my tailbone. I went back to the acupuncturist a few times--again, totally discounting the TMS possibility--but didn't see any real improvement, so I stopped. It has now been about six weeks and the pain in my left hip, running down my left leg and into my foot, is at times breathtaking. The thing is, I know it's nonsense. There is no injury, no structural reason why I should have this pain. I can run on it, do lunges, etc. with no problem. It will hurt, but I can do it. But when the pain really hits me, it hits hard, and leaves me feeling exhausted and upset. The chronicity of it is wearing me down. There are times when I can't catch my breath, there's so much pain. After a long car ride recently I considered going to the hospital, my pain was so great. But what could they do for me? Tell me it's all in my head? Although my husband is well-versed in Sarno and his teachings, it's hard for him when I'm in pain. He wants me to see a doctor. I do have a checkup scheduled (just for routine stuff) and considered mentioning it to my GP, but as I am certain there's nothing really wrong and she'll encourage me to go to an orthopedist, I'm sure this is a waste of time. I am aware of the stressors that may be at play right now. I'm dealing with ridiculous amounts of drama (financial problems, health crises) going on in an extended family that has Issues (capital I) to begin with. I know it's bringing up major abandonment feelings, sadness, and yes, rage. The thing is, I'm really good at expressing my feelings. I was joking to my husband, where's all the rage that I'm hiding when so much of it is right OUT HERE? I'm like an iceberg! A terrifying iceberg! That's where I am right now. I realize this is awfully long. I applaud anyone who's read all of it! I so appreciate the existence of this forum--it's already been so helpful, just reading through it.