**Food has become the battleground in our house—**and I never thought it would be.

My teen takes meds that suppress his appetite. He prefers processed food or takeout. And even when I finally make a meal he eats and likes? Next time, he says, “I don’t like that anymore.”

It’s frustrating. It’s exhausting. It’s daily. But I also know this: real food supports his body and his brain. So I’m not giving up—I'm just getting smarter about it.

I used to think I had to choose between a clean house and a connected home. That if I couldn’t keep up with laundry, dishes, and dust bunnies, I was somehow failing. That belief? I’ve let it go. (Okay — I’m trying to let it go.)

Because here's the truth: I live with a teenager who has ADHD and anxiety. And while some people have tidy houses with well-labeled storage bins, I have a kitchen table covered in unfinished puzzles, fidget toys, and a few abandoned cups. I have half-folded laundry on the couch, shoes in the hallway, and a living room that doubles as a crash pad when emotions get too big.

It’s not Instagram-perfect. But it’s real. And it’s ours.