I never imagine myself questioning what Christian denomination I am. I knew what I was and believe in it so strongly, that if someone questioning it I would fight back, I would tell them what it was all about. Although, moving to college, making new friends and learning what they believe in made me question my faith to God. I didn’t want to question my denomination for nothing in world and I knew where I stood at the time. I started to think on my own about what to believe and where I was going and how I was going to get through it.

So to give you some background in what Christian denomination I am: I was raised to believe in the Catholic religion and what it stands for. I didn’t get baptized when I was baby because of personal issues but once I started to grow up, my mom wanted to me get baptized, do my first communion and get confirmation. At the time, my whole family was Catholic, and I did what my mom wanted me to do with the option of not doing it. I did it because I believe in God; this was just one step closer to being with him. I was fifteen when I got all three of steps done, and I was feeling closer to him. Two years had passed by and my mom wanted to talk to me about what she was going through and how she change her Christian denomination.

When my mom gave me the talk about what she believed in and what she was going to be, I didn’t get mad her or anything, because that was her decision to make, not mine. My mom told me that I should believe in God, but she didn’t care where I practiced it. This all happened before I moved to college, and then when I moved to Wayne for school, everything changed. My mom had move back to Puerto Rico for a while to help out my older sister. I was fine at the beginning of the year, and I was still Catholic at the time. Everything changed in month of April of my freshman year; I was so scared to lose someone really close to me.

I was questioning everything and I didn’t know who to go to about this. I tried contacting people back home but no one wanted to listen. So my mom decided we needed to take a trip back home to Puerto Rico. We got there and everything was going great — I was back on track and then I found out my older sister had changed what christian denomination she was. At the time, I just felt confused why was everyone around me changing what they were. I gave my mom and my older sister a chance because they wanted me to go to their church. So I gave it a chance and I went every Sunday for the whole summer, but something inside me told me that this was right ,but I knew it was wrong because I was going to a church I wasn’t suppose to go to, and I didn’t want to betray my God.

Coming back to Wayne for my second year of college was hard because I was feeling so confused and not knowing what was going through my head. I talked to all my closest friends about it, and they told me to give Catholicism one more chance and I did. I tried again to contact all the people I was close to in my religion so that they could have helped me figure what was wrong with me because it was like I was betraying God and my church by having these feelings. But no one answered me until one of my sorority friends started a Bible study group. I didn’t know what to expect when I came to the group, but I couldn’t image myself being somewhere else. The one who was leading the bible study was so inspiring to me because I felt she understood me and where I was coming from, and she was there to listen to me. I told her about my feelings about the Christian denomination I wanted to be and she told me that she will be here for me. haven’t talked to her in long time, but I felt that someone was there for me for the first time in a long time.

Months went by and I started to feel the something different because I was going to these Bible study groups and I was finding myself and not questioning what I believe in anymore. I started to go to church and felt like I was at home. Although I found who I was and believed in it, there was still that one question in the back of my head asking me if I was doing the right thing. Don’t get me wrong, I found myself and everything, but it’s hard to change what I believe in because I thought about what will happen if I told the world what I found about myself and how I feel about. Yet to this day, I’m still feeling like I have to hide because I am too scared of what the outcome is. If you are feeling the same way, trust me — you are not alone.