🌿 To the World — and to Anyone Who Has Ever Felt Erased by Their Own Family 🌿

There was a gathering.

Photos were posted.

Smiles captured.

Laughter echoed through a house that used to feel like home.

But I wasn’t invited.

I wasn’t even called.

I wasn’t even considered.

And that silence?

It said everything.

It said, You don’t belong anymore.

It said, Your truth costs too much.

It said, You are only welcome here if you come back smaller — quieter — like you used to be.

And it hurts.

God, it hurts.

To feel like I don’t exist in the place that raised me.

To know I am still breathing, still loving, still longing — and yet, somehow, I’ve become invisible.

But I’m not the only one.

There are countless others —

✨ kids who came out,

✨ partners who walked away from abuse,

✨ souls who left the church,

✨ people who dared to tell the truth about who they are…

…and paid for it with exile.

🫶 I see you.

I see your brave, broken heart.

I see the way you scroll through the family photos, wondering if they miss you —

or if they’ve rewritten the story so you never existed at all.

I see how you try to keep loving them…

even while grieving the version of them who could never quite love you.

So let me say this with all the tenderness I can offer:

💔 You are not too much.

💔 You are not wrong.

💔 You are not unlovable.

You are just inconvenient to people who never learned how to love unconditionally.

And that is not your fault.

You were always meant to live a life that fits your soul — not just your family.

You were always meant to be more than tolerated.

You were meant to be celebrated.

And if your table was taken from you, I hope you build a new one —

🌈 one with space for tears and laughter,

🌈 for queerness and questioning,

🌈 for healing and becoming.

Because here’s the truth:Love that demands your silence is not love.

Love that disappears when you grow was never rooted in truth.

And still, we grieve.

Because even when we’re strong and free and thriving —the ache of not being seen by the people who should’ve known us best…doesn’t just go away.

It stays.Like a bruise under the surface.

Like a prayer we keep whispering: Please, just see me.

So if you're crying right now, I'm with you.

If you feel alone in your freedom, I’m holding your hand.

And if you’ve been written off — know this:

💥 You are not erased.

You are rising.

You are still here — and still worthy of every ounce of love this world has to offer. 💥

We are the ones who didn’t disappear — even when they tried to pretend we had.

And we will keep loving.

We will keep shining.

We will keep showing up — visible, powerful, and free.

With love, ache, and sacred defiance,

Kami

Yours, Mine & Ours