Many may be able to relate that diagnosis day is rarely filled with happy memories. As time goes on, we cope and come to terms with our diagnosis and live out our bad ass lives, but there's still always that reminder.
Today I got the call that I have been not wanting to receive. I have known that my father has Alzheimer's, Dementia, and Parkinson's since May of 2020. It's been hard to make decisions for the person who I have felt caused me so much hurt.
I just turned 51 on April 11, and I'm still here, with all the ups and downs, but fighting like the warrior that I am.
You don't have to go through having HIV or AIDS alone. Even if you don't have them, create your own extended family.
Stigma is deadlier than the disease itself, and the top driver of HIV stigma, in my opinion, is the church.
I started to realize that I wasn't the only person in this situation and that maybe we all lived under very different circumstances, but we all lived in the same situation.
As I approach my 17th year of living with HIV, I can clearly hear God's voice, I'm happy to hear his voice, I realize how much more painful it was not being able to hear it.
Life gives you chances, and you have to take advantage of them... HIV made me stronger. It empowered me even more.
I am here to share the great news that I'M EXPECTING!!! Of course, some of you reading this may have known that already, LOL!
I know... I know.... you're probably clutching your pearls right now. But that's not what I'm talking about.