When You Feel You Don’t Belong

I moved out of my parents home when I was 18-years old. I left my life in Louisiana and headed off to college outside of Chicago. Other than for a few months the summer after my freshman year, I never lived at home again.

When I left home my sisters were 13 and 11. My parents were in their mid-40’s, and known for being the strictest parents among the other students in my graduating class. My grandparents were building a house next door to my family’s house. My brother was 25, still newly-returned from deployment in Iraq.

I started college and I grew and changed at an almost alarming rate, absorbing everything around me, then cracking off the shell of myself like an insect shedding its exoskeleton again and again, crawling out of my old self, growing into something new that seemed to have only just solidified when I burst through it again. Through the end of my teens and the beginning of my twenties my opinions on almost everything changed. Sometimes more than once. I learned different ways of thinking and acting. Different ways of handling conflict and disagreement. Ways that I could love better and more truly. And ways that I was deeply flawed and broken. I am still learning these things, but at the time all of this was accelerated by my environment. I was surrounded by good people who were different than me, challenging my mind and my heart in a million ways.

I lived far away from my family during all this change, but I was still tethered to them. I grew into adulthood and falteringly learned to have respectful disagreements with my parents. I learned to give words to feelings I hadn’t been able to express in my silent and submissive teenage years. I tried to know my sisters even as they became unknowable to us all, draping themselves in this or that garment of adolescence. Trying on identities the same way we tried on ball gowns together in the JC Penney’s dressing room when I came home each Christmas. I felt tethered to them when my grandparents moved into the house next door and became an everyday part of their lives. I felt tethered when we lost my brother to shadows for a time, flying home from school, waking my mom up to surprise her and crawling into bed with her so we could cry together.

And then I was in love and there was a glow around everything, and my sisters didn’t understand what was so special about this, why I was so serious about him, why I wanted to get married so young, how I could possibly know he was “the one.” My parents were cautious, but kind, and my heart broke open to let in a new love and I started the halting process of bringing someone new into our family.

All of these changes came and yet, to me, my family was constant. Seeing me change and accepting who I was now. And now. And now. But in these last few years since I’ve taken this bearded man’s name as my own and tried to learn how to build a home big enough for just him and me – and also, all of his family and all of mine (because we never truly go into marriage alone)- these last few years I’ve felt my family changing too- becoming people I no longer know.

I visited my parent’s house last spring for my youngest sister’s high school graduation. I felt like I was in a house full of strangers. My parents’ bodies are fit and strong, toned from the hard workouts and clean diets of people I don’t recognize. My sisters are women now – something that, to me, has happened breathtakingly fast, in the mere month’s worth of days I’ve spent with them over the past few years. My brother is 32. He owns a gym that my parents go to every day and has a kindergartner who runs around catching frogs and calling him, ‘Dad.’ My grandfather has somehow begun to look frail inside of his large frame, and though my grandmother is as beautiful as ever, I can see that the death of her sister last year has marked her, made her more aware of life’s fragility. Both of my sisters and my mother are in college now. My mother is chasing a dream she gave up for us long ago. And my father has relaxed into life – without the responsibility of raising children, he has found less use for his stern face and loud voice and has more time for laughing. He has mellowed, less concerned with being right and more concerned with loving well.

My family is beautiful and yet, it’s a family I can no longer find my place in. They have changed and I have changed, but they have changed together, in each others’ presence, and in some of the same ways. They have grown together. And I have grown apart. They speak a language I can’t understand. My parents aren’t the people I grew up knowing. In many ways, they are better people. I don’t begrudge them that, but they still feel like strangers to me walking around inside my parents’ skin.

Somehow, I failed to understand that my family, particularly my parents, could change too -that I wasn’t the only one. I was unprepared and, oh, how this has hurt me. Awakening to find myself outside of the one place I always felt I belonged. But they are still my family. They are the ones who loved me when I dressed up like Laura Ingalls Wilder ever day for a year or more. They are the ones who reserved judgment when I totaled my mom’s car 3 days after I got my license. They are the ones who didn’t laugh when I accidentally dyed my hair green. The ones who cheered for me when I graduated from college and danced with me at my wedding. The ones who send me care packages in South Korea, even though it costs a fortune to mail them.

They are my family. For years, they shifted around me, making room for me in all my various forms. Maybe now I am the one who needs to shift. To get to know who they are now, and find out if there’s still a place for me. If there’s somewhere I might fit. If I can still belong.


Sorry that this is a picture of a picture, but I didn’t have anything recent and digital where we were all together.


  1. Tears rolling down. You got me hard at granny and papaw. You are a beautiful soul sweet lily. I love your words and honesty. Thanks for sharing. And to be truthful I probably needed a good cry tonight. Love you


  2. I LOVE how genuine you are. Your honesty and willingness to just SIT in the muck of life and not pretend it away…so challenging to me.


    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. It really means so much to me when people respond so graciously to my heart-in-words. I think so many of us crave authenticity, but it is HARD to sit with pain, to admit to wrestling with things when there is no end in sight. Sometimes letting others see that rawness is the scariest thing in world – especially when the response is negative, or worse, apathetic. But when others, like you, see it, and accept it as a sacrifice, and say, “I am here, sitting in the muck with you,” redemption happens, and it starts to become something beautiful. Thank you for taking the time to tell me.


      1. PS- I requested access to your blog cause I was interested in reading it, but if it’s just private for you or your family or whatever I won’t be offended. 🙂


      2. I totally mean everything I have said! I long to write the kind of authentic, from-the-heart things that you do! Keep writing…I love your thoughts and kind of feel like we would be friends if I knew you in person 😉
        Thanks for your interest in my blog 😉 I actually don’t really have anything on the wordpress one. It has been a while, but I was writing at bloomingloudly.blogspot.com
        Maybe one of these days I will start writing again…I kind of miss it 🙂


      3. Aw, thanks! We can be blog-friends and maybe one of these days we’ll get to hang out in person. We do have some mutual connections. 🙂 I actually have a friend I met through blogging that I’ve come to feel very close to because we are very much kindred spirits. So I am all about new friends, however they drop into my path. Thanks for reading my blog and still wanting to be my friend, haha. 😉 I’m looking forward to checking out your blog!


  3. Hi Lily, I read your posts often but felt especially compelled to comment on this one. This post moved me to tears. I can relate in so many ways. My family has also changed. My siblings went from being babies, toddlers, and a middleschooler to a college sophomore, a preteen, and two school-agers. My parents divorced. My mom lives in Puerto Rico with her new husband and my little sisters. My brother is in college in Kentucky. My dad is still in Chicago. My family feels segmented at best and Chicago no longer feels like home. I now live in Texas. It is a pain that only grows more intense as life continues. Yet while painful, I sensed some hope at the end of your post. That we can extend grace to those who change, just like we change. I pray that when I am done carrying my pain that I can fully embrace the changes in my family and also get to know them as they now are. Thank you for this. Blessings to you!


    1. Alexia, I am so sorry for the pain you carry of seeing your family fragmented and scattered. I am sorry that the world is not as it should be. And I’m sorry that, in spite of trying, words can’t fix it. Thank you so much for reading and for commenting. I hope you can find some comfort and peace in knowing you are not alone.


  4. Your words seem to anticipate a sadness that I am just now encountering with a hope I have not yet known. Thanks lillers


  5. Hi Lily. AM here from the Sheloves crew. Thank you for linking up this tender heart-piece about being in and not in a family. How we all long to be completely accepted, but can grow into having parts of ourselves that no longer fit with a family or group we’ve been with for a long time. You’ve grabbed a painful snapshot of the transitions we face between groups. Having to leave some and open to others, yet remain loving and connected, somehow. Great topic. Blessings, and thank you.


      1. I have loved it! I love seeing how your posts have evolved! It’s great! I had no idea you were and English/writing major and had no idea that you wanted to do be a writer/missionary when you grew up. That’s amazing…

        I also really connected with the above post and several posts you wrote around this time of your life, because I feel the same right now, like I’m learning how to fit into not only my family, but the world and trying to figure out what I want to do with my life! 🙂


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