My last normal meal was four years ago, so I guess I’ll reach the decade too before getting help. I wonder how it will be, given that it is still worsening. I wish you easier times too. Crossing my fingers I’ll one day find a caring doctor who won’t suddenly decide they don’t want to help anymore. Art helps a lot indeed. I write novels, and when my chronic pains agree, draw and paint. Writing is really the ultimate activity to forget about life for a little while. No publishers ever accepted my work, I’m going with self-publishing (but I only started 11 months ago) and it doesn’t work either because I’m super bad at marketing (I swear I’m trying my best, but I guess being autistic doesn’t help with that), but the act of writing itself is still pure bliss