Sciatica. Lower Back Pain. Leg Pain

I didn’t wake up one morning with sciatica.

It crept in slowly, quietly, and then one day it took over my life.

It started as a deep, nagging ache in my lower back—right above my hip. Then the pain began to travel. Down my buttock. Into my leg. All the way to my knee, sometimes burning, sometimes stabbing, sometimes feeling like electricity shooting through me. Sitting became torture. Standing was worse. Walking felt impossible.

Driving was a nightmare. I couldn’t sit upright in my car without shifting every few seconds, trying to find relief that never came. I learned how to drive leaning sideways, bracing myself against the door, stopping often just to get out and stretch. Eventually, even that stopped helping.

I went to doctors. More than one.

X-rays. Appointments. Medications.

“Try this.”

“Give it time.”

“Come back if it gets worse.”

It got worse.

At home, I lived on the floor. Lying down was the only position that didn’t make me cry out. Sleeping became a battle—I tossed, turned, stacked pillows under my legs, between my knees, under my back. Nothing worked. The sciatic nerve pain would flare the moment I shifted. Nights were long. Painful. Lonely.

I remember thinking, Is this my life now?

Lower back pain. Hip pain. Leg pain. A pinched nerve that wouldn’t let go. I couldn’t walk normally. I couldn’t sit comfortably. I couldn’t sleep. I felt trapped in my own body—and honestly, I was losing hope.

Someone mentioned massage. I almost laughed.

“How could massage help this?” I thought. This wasn’t stress. This was pain.

But desperation changes your mind.

That’s how I found Brian at The Miracle of Massage in Conyers, Georgia.

From the first session, something was different. He didn’t rush. He listened. He explained what was happening in my body—how my sciatic nerve was being compressed, how my muscles were pulling everything out of alignment. For the first time, someone treated the cause, not just the symptoms.

The relief wasn’t imaginary. It was real.

My leg felt lighter.

The burning eased.

I stood up straighter.

Session by session, the pain released its grip. I slept through the night again. I drove without bracing myself. I walked without fear. The sciatica that had ruled my life for so long finally loosened its hold.

I’m telling my story because I know someone reading this is where I was—hurting, exhausted, and close to giving up.

Don’t.

There is help.

And there is hope.