Why do I write in English? Have I changed language since last time I wrote here? No, just moving for the third time this year. Yes, it's true. I moved to Norway in the begninning of January. And in July I decided to go to England. And then I moved to the south part of Sweden for a short time, just three weeks. But I did want to stay there for a longer time. I left Sweden the 5th September. Took a flight from Copenhagen to Manchester and then I moved in a typical victorian house here in Sheffield.
What I'm doing here? I go Form, a discipleship and mission year on STC College at St Thomas Crookes. I have school 2 times a week and then I'm apart of the church and events and communites they have here.
Who Am I? One part of me enjoy to be here. Another part is confused and think this is challenging. Because I didn't know that I should reflect so much and struggle. I have an identity cris. My history is the main reason for the thoughts.
My mother left me. She didn't want me. I got abonded when I was 2 years old. I'm hurt of the past. Carolina is not the same girl today. But the little girl in me is hurt.
I know that my Father in heaven has adopted me as his child. This is amazing. But I still doubt about myself. I want to make it clear. Because this is stuff that is in my head at the moment.
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