Carla SofiiLove Garcia
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Writing is my passion... find me on Twitter @goddesswriter90.
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Touching Hearts, One At A Time.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been the person that people went up to for advice, for a listening ear, or a shoulder to lean on, but I have now noticed and asked myself, "who has been there to listen to me, and be my shoulder to lean on when I need it?". The answer is, no one. But, being a good friend sometimes means being selfless, putting others before yourself, no matter what you may be going through. Throughout my time, I have lived and learned to manage with different types of people, I have heard many stories (some heartbreaking, some joyous), and I have always been there to listen. It may not sound like a talent or a trait, but not everyone can sit there and not be ready to throw in the towel. The thing I love more than anything in the world is when someone trusts me enough, to confide in me with their deepest, most intimate stories, ask me for my opinion, and being able to provide my input or provide advice that I feel would benefit them. It makes me feel that I matter in this person's life, they value what I have to say, and they thought about me in these moments of need.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 3 years ago in Humans
He took my innocence from me
I went a long time wondering if there was something wrong with me if in my past life I did something so wrong that I deserved what I was going through, or I simply had been dealt a bad hand and just had to accept that. But I have been through so much in the 30 years I have been alive, that sometimes you wonder if it is worth it to keep going. I have tried to picture my life in many different scenarios, such as different parents, different circumstances, different friends, taken a different path, made different choices, but all are not my reality. I have heard from different people that G.OD. has a plan for our plans and that we just have to be patient; I got tired of being patient when I practically had my childhood and my innocence were taken away from me. What I'm about to share with you is quite disturbing, and not the thing that I pictured I would be sharing with the world, I do feel it has changed who I am and how I perceive myself; I have never really known my worth, but with this, I felt like I wasn't worth anything. I hope this doesn't seem as if I am seeking pity or empathy, it is more therapeutic, more or less helpful to those who have not had the opportunity to voice their own experiences. I hope for those of you who needed someone to be there for you, I hope you finally found what you were looking for.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 3 years ago in Criminal
Being with you and thinking about him
Leading a double life is not the fantasy that is shown in movies or love novels, it's hard work and very exhausting. I had always been curious what it would be like to have my partner and another man on the side... now that I've experienced it, I would never do it again. I've lost more than I bargained for, and more than I initially wanted to. I will start from the beginning, but it's a long story and I don't know if there are details I should disclose. For the integrity of the ones involved, I will be using fictional names, but the events in this confession are real.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 3 years ago in Confessions
The Serenity In Gardening
Gardening is my new found passion, it’s something I never thought I was good at, but I needed an outlet for when I was feeling stressed or overwhelmed. I always admired how my grandma or my mom had a good hand for gardening, and seeing how their plants would flourish. My immediate passions always were painting, writing, or baking... those are the three things I was good at above everyone else in my family, it was something that I could get lost in doing and do it all the time. Baking was a hobby as well as a thriving idea for a business for me, I was able to start a at-home business, it went well, but life came along and a lot of things changed. I experienced loss in my family, my work life became quite complex, I needed something that would make me go outside and enjoy the beauty of the world. I took on gardening, I started by buying a starter kit box of lavender and sunflower seeds to see if I was any good at it, long behold, I actually had a niche for it; who knew?! So, I started making trips to Home Depot, buying small variety of plants, and I started created other things that were opening up the possibilities for more. I discovered that I had a talent for caring and taking care of something that also required a lot of love and attention. Not like I’ve never had pets that I needed to take care of, or family, but this was something for which brought joy to my heart as well as joy to others. I’m not an expert by any means in this field, I am still learning as I go, but I would’ve never imagined myself doing this and being good at it. I started getting my friends into it, I had a coworker like seeing my succulent sitting on my desk, so I took her one, and it just picked up from there.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 3 years ago in Lifehack
The Fear of Losing Someone After You Lost Someone
I have a confession, my biggest fear is the loss of a loved one since I have already experienced losing a loved one. I went a long time not knowing how that felt, if we had a loss in the family, I never endured the pain of it because I was either too young or I didn't know anyone close to me that had passed away. This article ties into the one I wrote about losing my grandma and uncle, "The Inevitable Countdown". I experienced the utter pain of true heartache and despair when I lost my grandma, not that I didn't love my uncle, but I was closer to my grandma than I was my uncle. But after those unexpected losses, I have feared the thought of not knowing who would be next or when. I have much regret that I didn't spend enough time, in my opinion, with her in the last few years, I would see her at family functions, but that was it. She passed away in the middle of the COVID pandemic and was unable to visit her in the hospital; the last time I had seen her, was when she was rushed to a clinic in Southgate CA because she was experiencing stomach pain. The doctors didn't seem knowledgeable or maybe I was in denial, but they had later detected that she had stomach cancer and didn't have much time. Now thinking about it, I do believe I was in denial of the whole thing, not wanting to imagine losing the person I love the most, but it was also something I couldn't control, and that is scary. I do miss her a lot, think about her all the time, and wish I could've done something to help her.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 3 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Disappeared
I went on my morning walk in the woods outside my cabin, I usually go on the same path. Right before that, I turn on the coffee machine, I have breakfast, read a book, and relax. I usually tried to meditate before I go, just I have a. clear mind, which I take my walks to help me clear my mind, but sometimes it just makes me think more. I smell the coffee, I think it's ready, mmm... coffee in the morning smells so good. Coffee is done, breakfast is done, did I forget anything? No, I don't think so. Starting my walk down the narrow path, with the big tall trees, a dirt path, a patch of green grass ahead, and nice crisp air. Walking, pacing myself to enjoy the scenery of the beautiful woods, I live in a cabin surrounded by trees, it helps with my writing, it helps to awaken my mind to the possibilities of the stories I can create. I have published a few books already, but I've been told it's always based on the same storyline; a woman that seems to be stuck in a dream, an endless dream that seems to never lead anywhere, she feels as if she wakes up, but ends up in the same place. Well, these are the stories I like to write and I have an audience that likes them because they sell pretty quickly. There I go thinking again, always wandering off into my work, always thinking about the criticism I get from my publicist, it's daunting how I am so consumed by the way their comments make me feel. Don't get me wrong, I think I have pretty good skills for writing, I always have something to write, it may be based on the same things a lot of the time, but who doesn't do that nowadays. Ok, going back to enjoying my walk, now coming up to the patch of green grass in the meadow, with a small lake, a group of ducks that fly in around this time, makes it feel so natural. Taking in the fresh breeze, smelling the crispness of the air, makes me feel at ease. I have a spot by the lake where I sit to feed the ducks, where you can see the full scenic view of how big the woods are, so green, hearing the little animals in surround sound, as if you were listening to one of those nature videos online, this is the perfect place to come and unwind. It does feel like one of the stories I've written before, but I couldn't find that good of a story. Now, I've gone deeper into the woods, further into this path where I've been, it is more intriguing than where I usually stop, but feels like I should go back... something is telling me that I should go back. My curious mind has come forward, is telling me "keep going, see what's out there, go explore", making me feel like a child again, but the better part of my heart is telling me to go back... I'm torn. Well, here I go. Deeper into this wonderland, deeper into the rabbit hole, further into the darkness... wait, how did it get so dark all of a sudden, what time is it? I feel like I just got here... why does my reflection in this weirdly place mirror look as if I've aged? How long has it been? Am I lost? What day is it? Oh no! Not again, I've been here before, but I thought it was a dream. I've tried to go back, to just end up in a different place every time, not knowing where to go. Ok, I'm just going to turn around and see where it leads. What is this? I've turned around, and the other end of this road looks the same as the other, will it lead to the same place? Fallen to the ground in despair, I'm quite confused as to where to go from here, I'm lost. Is there someone out there? Anybody? Help! I stop screaming, asking for help, waiting for someone to come for me... but no one hears me. I pick myself back up, start walking in the first direction that my feet take me... why is there a poster with my picture on it, why is there someone out there looking for me... why is the date from 1964? But I'm right here... let me call that number... wait, where's my phone? Did I leave it by the pond? Ugh... I don't know what to do. Ok, I will take the poster with me, and see who can explain as to what is going on. It’s seems the further I go, the further I get from where the need to be... how do I get back? Where is everybody? I sat down in the middle of the path, to take a moment to think, when it dawned on me... maybe this is a game that my mind is playing with me. Like I said, this has happened to me before, what did I do in order to go back? Did I ever go back? Maybe I’m still stuck in this bad dream, not being able to wake up, always going around in circles. Eventually, did I realize that I’ve been in the same nightmare, for a long time, lost in the world I created, without having created an escape. Therefore, this is the day I got lost... lost in my own mind, lost in my own story, lost in the universe with no end. I hope one day someone will find me.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 3 years ago in Futurism