Ten years of pain that resolved in one session

I was 17 when I injured myself doing taekwondo. What looked like just another injury turned into a decade of chronic pain. I couldn't lift a water jug. I couldn't sleep properly. I couldn't function like a normal person.

The doctor who told me not to come back

I went through every kind of practitioner you can imagine. Physiotherapists, orthopedic surgeons, osteopaths. Nothing worked. Until one doctor looked me in the eye and said: “I can't help you. Don't come back.” Just like that. No alternative, no referral, no hope. Simply: don't come back.

I told my mother: “We're going to find a solution.” But inside, something was breaking. There was a moment — brief but real — when I didn't want to keep living. It wasn't a plan. It was the exhaustion of constant suffering. Of seeing no way out. Of nobody being able to do anything.

Josep at the Construmat trade fair

And then Josep appeared. I met him at the Construmat trade fair, of all places. He told me he could help. I asked him what the pros and cons were. He answered: “Pros: it'll stop hurting. Cons: there are none.”

He made an adjustment on my sacrum. Something that lasted seconds. No force, no cracking, no drama. And when I got off the table, I was crying. Not from pain. From something else. Something had shifted. It was like a stillness that had never been there before. As if my nervous system had been screaming for ten years and someone had finally found the switch.

The Hulk on the stairs

That same day I walked up seven flights of stairs without pain. Seven flights. Me, the guy who couldn't lift a water jug. I went to the supermarket and carried all the shopping bags plus two jugs of water. I felt like the Hulk. An absurd amount of strength. As if someone had given me back a body I didn't know I had.

Ten years of pain. One session. That day changed my life. And that day I decided I wanted to understand what had happened on that table. That search still hasn't ended.