The Well Project

Every day is women and girls' HIV awareness day at The Well Project. But this March 10, we honor NWGHAAD by sharing with you a slice of our commitment to our roles, and to the HIV community.

People keep talking about how for South Africa this is 'only' 17% of the total HIV budget ... But it's not about a percentage of a budget; it's about the 8 million lives that will be affected by disrupted services.

This moment calls to us to affirm our commitment to you and this work, based on our core values.

Whatever the individual reasons, many people's mental health suffers during the holidays. We offer this collection of resources as a holiday gift to our beloved community.

Soy la primera subdirectora de The Well Project y me gustaría aprovechar la oportunidad para presentarme. Me identifico como una mujer mexicana, inmigrante y una chica del sur de California desde la raíz. Soy madre de un amorcito de 3 años, esposa amorosa y amada, hermana e hija mayor. También soy sobreviviente de toda la vida del VIH.

I am the first deputy director for The Well Project and would like to take the opportunity to introduce myself. I identify as a Mexican mujer, immigrant, and a Southern California girl through and through. I am the mother of a 3-year old ray of sunshine, a loving and loved spouse, a sister, and an eldest daughter. I am also a lifelong survivor of HIV.

The Well Project is infuriated and devastated by the Supreme Court decision to overturn Roe vs. Wade, which has provided constitutional protection for abortion rights for nearly 50 years.

In acknowledgement of Mental Health Awareness Month in May, we have compiled selections from The Well Project's collection of resources and personal stories addressing mental health for women living with HIV.

To The Well Project community, I write to you today with feelings of profound sadness and disgust, and frankly, struggling with what to say. While I don't necessarily feel prepared to offer wisdom in...

Dear Other White People, For the past several days I have been operating both in a muddy fog and with a racing heart – the heavy pit in my stomach growing with the news of George Floyd's horrific murder by cops and Amy Cooper's weaponizing of her tears against a Black man who asked her to keep her dog from hurting birds.