Reflecting on my healing journey as a family scapegoat
For most of my life, I had no idea about my role as a family scapegoat. My life seemed normal, and I did everything possible to make sure others saw it that way.
But somehow I never felt I belonged. There was always this sense that something was wrong with me, though I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I hoped that once I achieved this, or that the void inside me would finally disappear. I chased better jobs, changed cities several times for that, but felt even emptier after each move.
Until one day, I decided I was done with that repeating cycle.
So I quit my job and decided to make a dream come true: traveling through Latin America for a year. It felt like an inner calling that I could no longer resist.
That was also when my journey of discovering my scapegoat role began.
Questioning what I regarded as a normal family
As a German, I was amazed by how warm and open Latin people are. I still remember chicken bus rides when old ladies sat next to me and loved to chat with me.
It was never just small talk. They were genuinely interested in me. Of course, part of it…
