I no longer have the hatred I used to have for my friend, but I still have that trauma from before, and when I think back to that time, I cry.
Last year I had the pleasure of being part of Dandelions Movement writing workshop that brought more healing than I anticipated. Once upon a time I did enjoy writing - in my youth, when I had time.
It was from the second class that I really understood that I am HIV-positive. Since then, nothing was the same as before.
HIV was transmitted to me by my mother at birth. I cannot explain to you how my transmission took place because I myself have no idea.
The stigma is real, but over time I've learned to love myself, I've started to seek out communities of people living with HIV and I've been relieved to know that I'm no longer alone.
Becoming a nurse taught me how to live with HIV.
So, if you remember my last blog, I shared my pregnancy news and my plans to breastfeed my baby. Well, I breastfed, it didn't last long though, but let's get into this short story.