Today I cried. In unison with my newly born son and toddling daughter. I sat right there on the corner of the couch and I cried, weeped even- inconsolable, exhausted, unusually heavy.
It's been awhile since I've put my words together for you to read! Covid has really put a damper on things and stripped me of my desire to do anything.
Dear specialists of all my fabulous diseases, My life has been quite a rollercoaster the past weeks, so in this blog I would like to express myself and share what I have learned. The problem started 5...
I've lived with severe depression and anxiety for most of my life, so it's not at all anything new to me, but what I've been going through this past year seems so much stronger than anything I've ever...
I was making tacos last night (I make amazing tacos by the way), and I had the thought that I wished I was making them for someone else. Cooking for someone else. Almost simultaneously realized how lonely I am. It hurt my damn feelings.
I have not known a life without HIV. In the era of U=U and PrEP, I feel myself navigating the stigma of HIV at an increased volume. The more people living with HIV attempt to escape the stigmas...
To be a warrior, there is no need to be in a war of guns and fight until you win. I have been in many different wars with and without gunfire. I am still fighting one long war, which I call the "STIGMA WAR".
The Well Project asked A Girl Like Me blogger Heather O'Connor about breastfeeding as a woman living with HIV in the United States.
It has been while and I would like to check on how you have been doing. It says that life is like a disco ball, no matter how the music changes, you just keep on dancing.
