When I was born April of 1985, there was no test, no way of treating it and very little information about what it was. All they knew was that HIV was a murderer.
Fighting the darkness within is a daily challenge, but to stop fighting is death.
I was 26 years old. My children were 1 and 6 years old. I had recently ended a mentally and physically abusive relationship.
This blog is in commemoration of the recent celebration of the International Day of the Girl Child.
A mother and daughter should be close. The relationship should be a loving and nurturing one. A mother should be equated with the words safety and trust. These were not my experiences, but despite...
I was born into trauma and trauma has followed me throughout my life.
I am an African American woman living with HIV. I have been living with HIV since 1993 and diagnosed in January 1994.
Never would I ever think that I would be the one telling the story from this side. But they told us never to say never anyways, so I guess that is where I first went wrong. The second misstep happened...
"Family isn't always blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile, and who love you no matter...
Seven years ago today I met the man that would become both the best and worst memories, and love, I have known to date.
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