TROP BEAU POUR TOIT 7A+ ⭐⭐⭐⭐ séquence incroyable dans un toit qui me semblait vraiment trop difficile avec la beta original. Très contente de l'avoir réussit celui là!
🎥: @nnieguglia
“Transformation doesn’t ask that you stop being you. It demands that you find a way back to the authenticity and strength that’s already inside of you. You only have to bloom.”
@rmardens working his magic making my passion look good 🤍
Living with ARFID as an adult, especially when diagnosed late, can feel incredibly isolating. Most of the information available focuses on children, so I had to rely on scattered resources and the lived experiences of others to understand what I was going through and find the help I needed.
ARFID is highly individual. It is often seen in kids but frequently misunderstood or dismissed as “picky eating.” For parents, it can be very scary, and for good reason. ARFID is an eating disorder and needs to be treated as such.
Approaches like exposure therapy can sometimes help, but they should not be applied aggressively or without context. This condition is complex. It often overlaps with anxiety, sensory sensitivities, neurodivergence, and other underlying factors that need to be carefully considered.
What many people do not realize is how intense the fear can be. Someone with ARFID may avoid eating not out of choice, but because the physical and emotional sensations feel overwhelming. In severe cases, a person may go without food rather than face that distress.
So what can you do for yourself or a loved one?
Check out nedic.ca for information, support options, and even meetings you can attend. Ask the right questions. Be gentle and non judging. Shame can play a big role in slipping back into patterns when trying to recover.
Awareness, compassion, and individualized support matter so much.
#arfid #arfidsupport #arfidrecovery #arfidawareness #eatingdisorderrecovery
Happy birthday, Mom.
Today you would be 66.
Six years feels like such a long time to still be grieving, and yet every birthday, every Mother’s Day, reminds me that I can’t just pick up the phone and call you. And it still hurts.
I wish I could tell you that I’m alright. I’m not; but I’m trying. I’m learning to accept it, and I hold onto the hope that one day I’ll find my way through all these ups and downs.
I miss you more with every passing year. I just wish I had more time with you; more time to see you grow older, to see you well.
I love you, always. 🌹
