MY FAMILY ERASED ME
There are wounds you can’t see with the naked eye—wounds that do not bleed, but ache. And one of the deepest is this: feeling erased by the people who share your blood. I never imagined I would wake up one day and feel like a stranger in the very family I once helped build, support, and love. But here I am—watching my brother, my sister, their kids, and even their grandkids move through life as if I’m no longer part of their world. It’s as if they’ve deleted me from the family album and scrubbed my name out of the memories. They interact with others freely. They celebrate milestones. They gather, laugh, take pictures. But with me? Silence. Distance. Avoidance. A cold, heavy nothing. And the hardest part isn’t the absence itself—it’s the message it sends: “You don’t matter. You’re invisible.” ✦ When Your Own Family Treats You Like You Don’t Exist People assume family pain only shows up in shouting matches, betrayal, or conflict. But sometimes the greatest heartbreak happens qu...