STOCKTON, CA
Age
23
Gender
Female
Ethnicity
Black/African
Religion
Christian
Church
Apostolic
Hobbies and interests
Writing
Volunteering
Reading
English
Theology and Religious Studies
Bible Study
Economics
Business And Entrepreneurship
Child Development
Babysitting And Childcare
Criminology
True Crime
Social Media
Psychology
Mental Health
Self Care
Biology
Journaling
Journalism
Nursing
Video Editing and Production
Ethics
Criminal Justice
Farming
Biking And Cycling
Upcycling and Recycling
Public Speaking
Spending Time With Friends and Family
Interior Design
American Sign Language (ASL)
Exercise And Fitness
Travel And Tourism
Reading
Christianity
Fantasy
Cultural
Literature
Mystery
Novels
Adventure
Book Club
Christian Fiction
Classics
Academic
Historical
History
Realistic Fiction
Travel
Suspense
Social Issues
Short Stories
Romance
Religion
Education
Environment
Epic
Architecture
Biography
Literary Fiction
Magical Realism
Science Fiction
I read books daily
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US Citizen
LOW INCOME STUDENT
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Brinae Edwards
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Hi all,
My name is Brinae. Currently, I am a junior attending a fairly small bible college 'Christian Life College' in Stockton, California, though I am originally from Florida "Go Gators!" I most enjoy finding new places and grabbing a cup of Matcha or Chai! I also love exploring nature and growing my collection of books! I have taken on a love to the world of booktube. This earth is so beautiful and unique, and though I may never get the opportunity to see its fullness (though I seek to try), I can start with the beauty of my state! Something that brings me immense pleasure is serving those around me through volunteering in outreach events as well as in my church. I began learning American Sign Language (ASL) a little over a year ago. Now, I am able to reach out to individuals in a community that is often misunderstood and overlooked.
Education
Stockton Christian Life College
Bachelor's degree programMajors:
- Theology and Religious Vocations, Other
- Religion/Religious Studies
- Missions/Missionary Studies and Missiology
Minors:
- Missions/Missionary Studies and Missiology
Miscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Bachelor's degree program
Graduate schools of interest:
Transfer schools of interest:
Majors of interest:
- Religious Education
- Theology and Religious Vocations, Other
- Bible/Biblical Studies
Career
Dream career field:
missions
Dream career goals:
my goal is to be able to help those in my community through various non-profit organizations.
group staff
the table community foundation2022 – Present2 years
Public services
Advocacy
Student Government — Secretary2022 – PresentVolunteering
Pentecostal church — Provide safety by keeping constant and attentive watch to infants as well as toddlers while positively influencing them.2016 – Present
Future Interests
Advocacy
Volunteering
Entrepreneurship
Bold.org x Forever 21 Scholarship + Giveaway
@hibrinae
Trever David Clark Memorial Scholarship
As a young girl, I was privileged to live in innocence. Looking back, I can see how my parents sheltered me from different hardships that have taken place in our family. They were the most influential people in my life. They were my heroes. You always believe your hero would be with you, never does it cross your mind that one day they will be gone. This is the reality of my life. My mom was my best friend. A true character that instilled in me solid morals and values that I have carried with me even throughout adulthood. These same values of integrity, kindness, and love I wish to spread to any individual I come in contact with in my life.
Parental loss is something no individual is truly prepared for. There are no courses on sudden death you can take to prepare you for losing someone you're so close to. I had just begun the spring semester of my second year in college when my mom passed away. In attempts to process the reality of my new life, my mental health began to decline. My grief and sadness drove me into a deep depression to the point where I was physically unable to focus or work on anything. I had to take a medical leave from school to save my GPA. Days merged, time ticked on, and people continued living their normal lives while I stayed stuck in time. The home that was once filled with the savory smells of my mom's cooking was now filled with stale silence. I was suffering.
That is until I began to ask for help. I knew to continue with my life and make the most of it, I had to make some changes. Therapy is a resource that has helped me in times when I felt lost and without hope. Fear of judgment and rejection kept me away from seeking a helping hand for guidance. One of the ladies in my church reached out to me one day and asked me a simple question. 'Would you like to talk?' Who knew this simple question would open up a huge world of emotions in me? I had been so consumed with my grief, as well as the well-being of others that I never took the time to express what I'd been feeling inside. After, talking to her I felt such a release. It was as if a part of that burden of heaviness began to lift off of me. In that moment I knew this was something I needed to continue to pursue. This is what therapy is about. It is simply working through the emotions you feel to have more control over the way they affect you.
One message I would like to share in my community is simply this. Therapy is not bad nor does it lessen your faith or belief in God. Growing up in church, therapy wasn't a topic that was widely spoken about. Now, that I am older I see the value it has. I am able offer grace and kindness to others who have experienced a similar situation to me and suggest a path that would aid in their journey. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to know that you care and love them. Today, I am back in college and will be graduating with my bachelor's degree in the next two years. This wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for someone loving me.
Elizabeth Schalk Memorial Scholarship
As a young girl, I was privileged to live in innocence. Looking back, I can see how my parents sheltered me from different hardships that have taken place in our family. They were the most influential people in my life. They were my heroes. You always believe your hero would be with you, never does it cross your mind that one day they will be gone. This is the reality of my life. My mom was my best friend. A true character that instilled in me solid morals and values that I have carried with me even throughout adulthood. These same values of integrity, kindness, and love I wish to spread to any individual I come in contact with in my life.
Parental loss is something no individual is truly prepared for. There are no courses on sudden death you can take to prepare you for losing someone you're so close to. I had just begun the spring semester of my second year in college when my mom passed away. In attempts to process the reality of my new life, my mental health began to decline. My grief and sadness drove me into a deep depression to the point where I was physically unable to focus or work on anything. I had to take a medical leave from school to save my GPA. Days merged, time ticked on, and people continued living their normal lives while I stayed stuck in time. The home that was once filled with the savory smells of my mom's cooking was now filled with stale silence. I was suffering.
That is until I began to ask for help. I knew to continue with my life and make the most of it, I had to make some changes. Therapy is a resource that has helped me in times when I felt lost and without hope. Fear of judgment and rejection kept me away from seeking a helping hand for guidance. One of the ladies in my church reached out to me one day and asked me a simple question. 'Would you like to talk?' Who knew this simple question would open up a huge world of emotions in me? I had been so consumed with my grief, as well as the well-being of others that I never took the time to express what I'd been feeling inside. After, talking to her I felt such a release. It was as if a part of that burden of heaviness began to lift off of me. In that moment I knew this was something I needed to continue to pursue. This is what therapy is about. It is simply working through the emotions you feel to have more control over the way they affect you.
One message I would like to share in my community is simply this. Therapy is not bad nor does it lessen your faith or belief in God. Growing up in church, therapy wasn't a topic that was widely spoken about. Now, that I am older I see the value it has. I am able offer grace and kindness to others who have experienced a similar situation to me and suggest a path that would aid in their journey. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to know that you care and love them. Today, I am back in college and will be graduating with my bachelor's degree in the next two years. This wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for someone loving me.
Nabi Nicole Grant Memorial Scholarship
WinnerAs a young girl, I was privileged to live in innocence. Looking back, I can see how my parents sheltered me from different hardships that have taken place in our family. They were the most influential people in my life. They were my heroes. You always believe your hero would be with you, never does it cross your mind that one day they will be gone. This is the reality of my life. My mom was my best friend. A true character that instilled in me solid morals and values that I have carried with me even throughout adulthood. These same values of integrity, kindness, and love I wish to spread to any individual I come in contact with in my life.
Parental loss is something no individual is truly prepared for. There are no courses on sudden death you can take to prepare you for losing someone you're so close to. I had just begun the spring semester of my second year in college when my mom passed away. In attempts to process the reality of my new life, my mental health began to decline. My grief and sadness drove me into a deep depression to the point where I was physically unable to focus or work on anything. I had to take a medical leave from school to save my GPA. Days merged, time ticked on, and people continued living their normal lives while I stayed stuck in time. The home that was once filled with the savory smells of my mom's cooking was now filled with stale silence. I was suffering.
That is until I began to ask for help. I knew to continue with my life and make the most of it, I had to make some changes. One of the ladies in my church reached out to me one day and asked me a simple question. 'Would you like to talk?' Who knew this simple question would open up a huge world of emotions in me? I had been so consumed with my grief, as well as the well-being of others that I never took the time to express what I'd been feeling inside. After, talking to her I felt such a release. It was as if a part of that burden of heaviness began to lift off of me. In that moment I knew this was something I needed to continue to pursue.
We would meet for a few hours every other week to counsel and pray. Ironically, on the one hand, what was the most difficult time in my life, actually turned out to be the best time spiritually. I've never heard the voice of God so clearly than in the middle of my storm. Though I was hurting from the loss of my mom, I had so much peace and confidence knowing where she was going. Life continued on and many hardships arose however, I know where my faith resides. It was at this time that I felt the call to go to bible college to pursue a degree in missions. Never in my life did I want to go to a bible college. If it was up to me I would've continued pursuing my degree in business, but God had other plans.
Today, I am a junior in bible college following the will of God for my life. I moved across the country by faith believing God would provide for me. This wouldn't be possible if it weren't for me stepping out in faith and asking for help in my time of sorrow and God made my path straight.
Mental Health Importance Scholarship
As a young girl, I was privileged to live in innocence. Looking back, I can see how my parents sheltered me from different hardships that have taken place in our family. They were the most influential people in my life. They were my heroes. You always believe your hero would be with you, never does it cross your mind that one day they will be gone. This is the reality of my life. My mom was my best friend. A true character that instilled in me solid morals and values that I have carried with me even throughout adulthood. These same values of integrity, kindness, and love I wish to spread to any individual I come in contact with in my life.
Parental loss is something no individual is truly prepared for. There are no courses on sudden death you can take to prepare you for losing someone you're so close to. I had just begun the spring semester of my second year in college when my mom passed away. In attempts to process the reality of my new life, my mental health began to decline. My grief and sadness drove me into a deep depression to the point where I was physically unable to focus or work on anything. I had to take a medical leave from school to save my GPA. Days merged, time ticked on, and people continued living their normal lives while I stayed stuck in time. The home that was once filled with the savory smells of my mom's cooking was now filled with stale silence. I was suffering.
That is until I began to ask for help. I knew to continue with my life and make the most of it, I had to make some changes. Therapy is a resource that has helped me in times when I felt lost and without hope. Fear of judgment and rejection kept me away from seeking a helping hand for guidance. One of the ladies in my church reached out to me one day and asked me a simple question. 'Would you like to talk?' Who knew this simple question would open up a huge world of emotions in me? I had been so consumed with my grief, as well as the well-being of others that I never took the time to express what I'd been feeling inside. After, talking to her I felt such a release. It was as if a part of that burden of heaviness began to lift off of me. In that moment I knew this was something I needed to continue to pursue. This is what therapy is about. It is simply working through the emotions you feel to have more control over the way they affect you.
Therapy is not bad nor does it lessen your faith or belief in God. Growing up in church, therapy wasn't a topic that was widely spoken about. Now, that I am older I see the value it has. I am able offer grace and kindness to others who have experienced a similar situation to me and suggest a path that would aid in their journey. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to know that you care and love them. Today, I am the healthiest I've ever been and I credit a huge portion of it to seeking out therapy.
Dr. Alexanderia K. Lane Memorial Scholarship
As a young girl, I was privileged to live in innocence. Looking back, I can see how my parents sheltered me from different hardships that have taken place in our family. They were the most influential people in my life. They were my heroes. You always believe your hero would be with you, never does it cross your mind that one day they will be gone. This is the reality of my life. My mom was my best friend. A true character that instilled in me solid morals and values that I have carried with me even throughout adulthood. These same values of integrity, kindness, and love I wish to spread to any individual I come in contact with in my life.
Parental loss is something no individual is truly prepared for. There are no courses on sudden death you can take to prepare you for losing someone you're so close to. I had just begun the spring semester of my second year in college when my mom passed away. In attempts to process the reality of my new life, my mental health began to decline. My grief and sadness drove me into a deep depression to the point where I was physically unable to focus or work on anything. I had to take a medical leave from school to save my GPA. Days merged, time ticked on, and people continued living their normal lives while I stayed stuck in time. The home that was once filled with the savory smells of my mom's cooking was now filled with stale silence. I was suffering.
That is until I began to ask for help. I knew to continue with my life and make the most of it, I had to make some changes. Therapy is a resource that has helped me in times when I felt lost and without hope. Fear of judgment and rejection kept me away from seeking a helping hand for guidance. One of the ladies in my church reached out to me one day and asked me a simple question. 'Would you like to talk?' Who knew this simple question would open up a huge world of emotions in me? I had been so consumed with my grief, as well as the well-being of others that I never took the time to express what I'd been feeling inside. After, talking to her I felt such a release. It was as if a part of that burden of heaviness began to lift off of me. In that moment I knew this was something I needed to continue to pursue. This is what therapy is about. It is simply working through the emotions you feel to have more control over the way they affect you.
One message I would like to share in my community is simply this. Therapy is not bad nor does it lessen your faith or belief in God. Growing up in church, therapy wasn't a topic that was widely spoken about. Now, that I am older I see the value it has. I am able offer grace and kindness to others who have experienced a similar situation to me and suggest a path that would aid in their journey. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to know that you care and love them. Today, I am back in college and will be graduating with my bachelor's degree in the next two years. This wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for someone loving and helping me. Now, I wish to offer that same love and help to anyone I meet.
Henry Bynum, Jr. Memorial Scholarship
As a young girl, I was privileged to live in innocence. Looking back, I can see how my parents sheltered me from different hardships that have taken place in our family. They were the most influential people in my life. They were my heroes. You always believe your hero would be with you, never does it cross your mind that one day they will be gone. This is the reality of my life. My mom was my best friend. A true character that instilled in me solid morals and values that I have carried with me even throughout adulthood. These same values of integrity, kindness, and love I wish to spread to any individual I come in contact with in my life.
Parental loss is something no individual is truly prepared for. There are no courses on sudden death you can take to prepare you for losing someone you're so close to. I had just begun the spring semester of my second year in college when my mom passed away. In attempts to process the reality of my new life, my mental health began to decline. My grief and sadness drove me into a deep depression to the point where I was physically unable to focus or work on anything. I had to take a medical leave from school to save my GPA. Days merged, time ticked on, and people continued living their normal lives while I stayed stuck in time. The home that was once filled with the savory smells of my mom's cooking was now filled with stale silence. I was suffering.
That is until I began to ask for help. I knew to continue with my life and make the most of it, I had to make some changes. Therapy is a resource that has helped me in times when I felt lost and without hope. Fear of judgment and rejection kept me away from seeking a helping hand for guidance. One of the ladies in my church reached out to me one day and asked me a simple question. 'Would you like to talk?' Who knew this simple question would open up a huge world of emotions in me? I had been so consumed with my grief, as well as the well-being of others that I never took the time to express what I'd been feeling inside. After, talking to her I felt such a release. It was as if a part of that burden of heaviness began to lift off of me. In that moment I knew this was something I needed to continue to pursue. This is what therapy is about. It is simply working through the emotions you feel to have more control over the way they affect you.
One message I would like to share in my community is simply this. Therapy is not bad nor does it lessen your faith or belief in God. Growing up in church, therapy wasn't a topic that was widely spoken about. Now, that I am older I see the value it has. I am able offer grace and kindness to others who have experienced a similar situation to me and suggest a path that would aid in their journey. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to know that you care and love them. Today, I am back in college and will be graduating with my bachelor's degree in the next two years. This wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for someone loving me. Now I wish to offer that same love to others.