I was 11 years old when my mother and sister finally told me my mom had AIDS, my father had AIDS and I was born HIV+.
Hello, it's been a minute since I wrote a blog. I am reminded of Long Term Survivors Day as it approaches. I was diagnosed in 1997. I suspected until yesterday I was given this condition through a sex...
Hopelessness is my beginning, I hope to succeed, I hope to... Daily we experience death on so many levels. Death of a loved one is probably first on your mind. How about death of a career, TV series...
The aftermath and education... I made it through. I am Clean! Off these drugs taking my serenity from me. I notice as days turn to weeks just what my part in stigma is. I am disappointed I have...
So I have been struggling between addiction, sexual, mental and physical abuse. Yet when asked, "Why do you accept the time you have with these individuals?" I can only respond with love. I ask myself...
Suffering in silence has serious consequences. The elephant in the room can no longer be hidden, and while society as a whole needs to reevaluate its solution to mental health, we see the stigma...
Day 3 evening. Left friends, and meeting with David for a small task I said I would help with. Deal was to get dropped off and ride extra bike back home, meet FBI guy, and head out for a bit.
Day 2 evening. I spent the day in bed, slept till 7 pm. I did some small tasks during day but not much.
I have been me for forty six years. I have not always liked me, nor liked my actions; looking back I can see #mypassionrunsdeep.
As a young girl growing up, my life began with the "normalcy" of being sexually molested by my step-dad, waking to the sounds of seeing him beat my mom