This essay is about the moment I ceased being recognized as a person in a medical setting, and the deeper spiritual wound of disappearing inside my own body. It explores erasure not as physical suffering, but as the quiet dismantling of identity — the uninhabiting of the self. The story lives in absence first, then traces the return of personhood through belonging and divine naming.This is a story about what it means to vanish in plain sight — and the moment God returned me to myself.