Dealing with ARFID at 54 has been a lonely and challenging experience. It took me a long time to even realize that what I was going through had a name and was a recognized condition. I’ve struggled with my eating habits for so long, feeling ashamed and embarrassed that I can’t just eat like everyone else. But as I’ve learned more about ARFID and connected with others who are going through the same thing, I’ve found comfort in understanding. It’s not just me being picky or difficult - it’s a real mental health challenge that I’m not alone in facing. I still have rough days, but knowing that there are others who understand and support me has made a world of difference. If you’re struggling with ARFID, know that you’re not alone and that there is hope for finding comfort and understanding.