Ghosted and Grieving and Grieving and Ghosted

Let me gone head and ask you something—what happens when the people who should have protected you become the ones who hurt you the most? And what happens when, instead of accountability, they choose to disappear—leaving you to grieve them like they died, when really, they just couldn’t face the truth?

I didn’t walk away. I was walked away from. My father abused me. My family chose to act like it never happened. Instead of standing by me, they ghosted me—treated me like I was an uncurable, contagious disease. And somehow, I was the one left carrying the grief.

This ain’t just about losing people—it’s about losing the illusion of who they were supposed to be. It’s about mourning a family that existed in name only, not in love, not in loyalty, not in the ways that mattered.

If you know what it’s like to be abandoned by the very people who should have loved you, if you’ve ever been forced to grieve the living—this one’s for you. I see you. I feel you. And I’m telling my truth, no matter who it makes uncomfortable. I got you and we got this!