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As October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month, I would like to share with you my daughter's story. This was a very difficult time for our family, and I know it is not an easy story to share, but my daughter really loves to write; she's found healing in it as many of us do.
As we enter a new decade, I have a million thoughts swirling around in my head. I am a survivor, a warrior, and a champion. I've been down many times, but I always manage to rise stronger than before...
When I was born April of 1985, there was no test, no way of treating it and very little information about what it was. All they knew was that HIV was a murderer.
Fighting the darkness within is a daily challenge, but to stop fighting is death.
I was 26 years old. My children were 1 and 6 years old. I had recently ended a mentally and physically abusive relationship.
This blog is in commemoration of the recent celebration of the International Day of the Girl Child.
A mother and daughter should be close. The relationship should be a loving and nurturing one. A mother should be equated with the words safety and trust. These were not my experiences, but despite...
I was born into trauma and trauma has followed me throughout my life.
I am an African American woman living with HIV. I have been living with HIV since 1993 and diagnosed in January 1994.
Never would I ever think that I would be the one telling the story from this side. But they told us never to say never anyways, so I guess that is where I first went wrong. The second misstep happened...