Many people with food sensitivities have learned to manage without talking about their condition at social events. Not asking, not flagging, not making it awkward. It feels like the considerate thing to do but there's a different side to it.

For years, every test came back normal. This is what happened when food turned out to be the reason, and why the diagnosis was only the beginning.

It took five and a half years to understand what was happening in my body. Before that, it just felt like a series of symptoms that didn’t make sense.

Sometimes it’s not the food that’s hard, it’s everything around it.

The things no one sees, but you’re thinking about all the time.

Healing doesn’t always feel like progress. Sometimes it just feels uncertain.

The constant background thinking that never really switches off.