I often relate the taking of a pill daily to reliving the trauma of, say, a horrific event, being in court telling your story of the rape, killing someone while drinking and driving, losing a child... At that moment every day that I take my pill, I am reminded I have survived another day with HIV. I am constantly reminded I have HIV. I CAN NEVER FORGET UNLESS I STOP TAKING MY MEDS WHICH WILL LEAD ME TO A QUICKER DEATH. Other than that thought, life is good. I use wine and weed to get through. Heehee, to each their own. We are reminded daily HIV is in us now we must stand head high, embrace our...
Angel S.'s blog
Children are clay in the trusted hands of a human creator, loaned to us for a small moment in this space we consume. (Let’s understand first, I will not be striving for political correctness.)
I don't even want to do this. I'm so selfish which makes understanding me difficult. I am also selfless to a fault. I draw lines. So enough about me. I wrote a blog a while back. Since I was nineteen you been giving us PLHIV shit about having HIV. Well I had a baby at seventeen. I was married at 22. I buried my first boyfriend to AIDS at 23. I buried my son and my marriage at 24. I walked away from motherhood. I hid behind my love to volunteer until 2006 when I started ARV treatment. Going to the clinic was all people needed to finally pin me down. I was stalked, chased, hit, humiliated. I...
I wonder. Then I just imagine. Refreshing. Shouting out what takes space in the mind or heart. I am much more special than you could imagine. My journeys, adventures, memories are mine. I am on my way to have a sleepover with Sissy. I love our time together. Be watchful of stagnant or squandered moments. Every minute of the day should consist of giving your best. From my experience; you get what you give. When I was a child (I'm singing Pink Floyd), I loved my community, an American girl who dreamed of what I could do to give others opportunities. We did a lot of fun adventures. I noticed some...
I have been undetectable of the illness since 2006; except for the stigma and unkind people that leave evident scars on my mental health.
Distance brought upon by ignorance and privilege. I read, I research and yet I find myself surrounded by those I trust. I still cannot get past how much worry and fear entangle in the everyday life of those closest to me.
I realized as I saw my computer screen with my grandkids, I never saw any kid grow up. Not my child, not my family’s children. I guess having the experience of being a mom I felt as if I should have had the courage to nurture, to raise a child. I put too much on my own shoulders so I can never be satisfied with the outcome. I am more of a perfectionist than I knew.
A breath of fresh air. "Live in Your Truth". First time I heard that said was Speak Up 2018. Inspired by a young lady, Wanona, who also blogs for A Girl Like Me. My first time as a co-presenter for A Girl Like Me. Thank you so much Krista and The Well Project. I hear those words echo. I try to find the meaning. Circling round and round. The stairs grow weak and the train moves on. My sins are mine. Time cannot be replaced … with a million, "I'm Sorrys"; you escape again. Looking for that meaning. "Live in Your Truth." Well to my amazement, right in those words are: hope, joy, birth, freedom...
My first meeting of any type to meet a candidate. I was able to ask Aaron Ford about his knowledge on the current HIV laws here in Nevada. He said he didn't know anything. I think this is an important opportunity to get the U=U message over to his office. I told him how current laws hurt people who know their status and get in care, and take their meds. #SciencenotStigma (thank you #preventionaccesscampaign )! Anyway, he said he is interested in being educated. I know he wants to be voted in as General Attorney of Nevada. The person holding this type of office needs to be educated if "we" are...