Cerina Galvan
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I’m an active writer who dreams of writing tales that inspire people.
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Is God a man?
Although my faith has been renowned. I still believe that many of us can follow the teachings of Christ and his righteousness. Doesn’t mean that my righteousness views are going to be the same as everyone else’s. We are all different and view things differently. It doesn’t make sense to me that if a god is loving and so vast in his creation that he would create each of us the with the same perspective. So, although I believe we should have high value and be righteous towards god. Being one that follows the same views as another is not agreeable to me. If one church is saying the Bible says we are all sinners. You must know that. I think deep down it may be true for that era of time that they were all sinners. They did very wrong things apart from gods righteousness. I think we can all agree though that most people make mistakes and don’t know god and who god really is to us. That is the most important questions because god is so vast and moving and shows up in different ways. It’s important to recognize that he may not be the same god as another. Just because we don’t agree that my god and your god are the same doesn’t mean we are wrong and should go to hell for it. Why people get so mixed in this idea is beyond me and not sustainable for human lives and culture. One thing does remain and brings us in unity as the ideology that there is a god of creation.
By Cerina Galvan4 months ago in Confessions
To Charlie
Your death was something that wasn’t seen coming. The way your life was taken for boldly standing for what you believed in had seared a fear in myself at first. A fear that I didn’t want to face. A fear of speaking up and living boldly for Christ, as you did.
By Cerina Galvan4 months ago in Confessions
A Kiss Is Worth a Thousand Words
I don’t know how I got here, I thought. I thought I’d be happy after. Instead I was trembling with questions. On a hot summer night is when I met my first boyfriend. I wanted to break free from my fears. So, I joined a theater club at my school. We went on field trips to many theaters, one in particular I remember was the Chinese theater in Los Angeles. I didn’t know anyone. I had moved away from all of my friends that I had the courage to get to know. It was mid-July and I was horrible at making new friends. I was horrible at talking. I grew up a very quiet kid, living in my head rent free. I was made fun of a lot. I didn’t take bullying well. I wouldn’t cry but I would get very angry. I would say I developed a passive aggressive anger toward anyone who called me a name. Which was why I had little to no friends. I developed a social anxiety when I got older. However, boys seemed to like me for how cute I was.
By Cerina Galvan6 months ago in Confessions
A story of faith
It wasn’t something I’d ever thought I needed to push me towards god. But somehow god knew it was. In the beginning I wanted to die, I wanted to let it all go. I wanted to give up. It opened my eyes to who I truly was though. To the discomfort of the ultimate failures, sins, and flaw I had that I didn’t think I did.
By Cerina Galvan8 months ago in Confessions
God where art thou?
I remember the time I felt seen but it wasn’t by someone extraordinary. Just an ordinary person who lived an ordinary life and found me along the way wanting to be apart of theirs. Then, something hit me. It was like a dark cloud came storming in. Suddenly I begged God to help me. I’ve never begged for anything in my life and what I don’t understand is why if I begged for help would he leave me in the dark for so long. Perhaps, it’s a test I use to think. Then I realized that no one came to rescue me except the people who cared about me, truly cared. I started to think that maybe god are those people. After all he created them, right. The concept of god was so hard for me to wrap my mind around especially since my mind has lived in the dark for so long. So, long it’s exhausted me to the point of constant depression. I wake up everyday depressed. Waiting, wandering for a sign something that will lead me down a path I will feel fulfilled in. I tend to feel nothing these days and it scares me because if I don’t have the feeling of caring then what is the point of me living. I go day by day smiling but inside I feel like I’m dying slowly. I can’t get my thoughts in order. I rather feel the feeling of being stressed like a normal person does then feel empty inside. So, god where art thou? I ask. Perhaps I should pray more but I feel like I’m just talking to myself most of the time. God I see everyone around me living their life and I’m not living mine. I’m simply helping everyone else live theirs. Maybe that’s why I’m so depressed. I’m forcing myself to be something or someone I’m not happy to be. I hate this idea. This idea of not being happy anymore. I hope one day god hears me and I hope that day is now. God it’s going to be seven years since I’ve been in the dark. Fighting my way out of it. I tried praying for you to take it away but for some reason it still lingers around me like a cloud. I blame myself for it. I can see myself shrinking into a tiny black hole and my existence only matters to others not even myself anymore. What do I do god? It’s so hard for me to feel this way. I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m actually feeling things now. Except those feelings are negative I want to feel whole. I want to feel joy. I want to feel peace. I wish this was a positive testament to the extraordinary life I got to live. This is still me stuck in the dark. Wanting out. If only I can see a glimpse of the light somehow then, only then will I begin to feel hopeful. Then hope will arise and I can be joyful again. I can see the sun and feel the warmth against my skin and believe that warm people exist and see them for who they are. I can feel the cold air and only wish to be present in it. Embracing the rain for gods tears wrap for me to know that I’m an extraordinary person. Even if I can’t see it now I hope one day I will. I hope I can see the people around me and instantly feel joy. Feel joy beyond my wildest dreams and love dreams beyond my own comprehension.
By Cerina Galvanabout a year ago in Confessions
My First Time Praying
I wasn't sure how I became so depressed and self-destructive. I remember wanting so badly to be content with myself. But, no matter what I did I couldn't be. Not on my own. I believe now, that we are born with challenges that we must face to grow and learn about the beauty of love, or God. I didn't know this then the first time I cried for his help, his sovereignty.I was crying because I was lost, lost inside my mind where I've laid or relied on my entire life.
By Cerina Galvan2 years ago in Wander
This One is About God
I have to say, that my journey to God has just begun. It's been a long time coming. I remember as a child not understanding who Jesus was but sung songs about him. I felt this inkling towards God but not toward Jesus. So, because of my lack of wisdom, I decided not to be a believer. I roamed through life thinking I was something good, someone great. Which fed my ego to believe that nothing is wrong with what I do, the mistakes I make, and I became selfish. I still find myself being that way sometimes. I became so selfish, that I had no intention of listening to no one about how I should live my life. That was until I became depressed. Then something happened to me unexpectedly. I developed a mental disorder called schizoaffective disorder. I remember the episode being in my head filled with hallucinations, delusions, and voices. I never thought something like this would happen to me.
By Cerina Galvan2 years ago in Confessions
Not For Me
She woke up wanting to scream but nothing came out besides the feeling of exhaustion. This wasn't the first time she encountered a black demon-like person trying to have sex with her in her dream. She never experienced sex with a man, only a woman. So, she didn't understand why she would experience such anguishingly demonic dreams of sex. It was as if she was mad at herself for not sleeping with a man or something was.
By Cerina Galvan2 years ago in Horror
A Love Lost. Content Warning.
It was the middle of May and she had finally worked up the courage to try dating again. After many years believing she was better off alone. She had this urge in her to find someone that could make her feel whole or push her the be the best version of herself. It was a good thought. Until, she found someone wasn't who he had said he was.
By Cerina Galvan2 years ago in Confessions
