I share this journey with you all because I feel safety in our sisterhood. I have a safe place to live. My outreach is thriving. I owe all this to a new perspective on me.

You brought me through trials to teach me who I can be. The one You designed me to be.

When we, as a community, have access to support, treatment, care, resources, a stake in what actually happens in our lives – we can change the trajectory of bloodlines for generations to come.

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.

He fought for all of us. For every person whose voice was being overlooked, Bryan showed up, spoke up, and stood in the gap. He was power, purpose, and love in motion.

It felt like a warm blanket, comforting me in moments of loneliness, sadness, depression, and anxiety. When the weight of my emotions became unbearable, alcohol was there to dull the edges.

If you truly hear my message, please share it, find any way you can to resist and fight back, fight for me, because when they're done with me and my community, they'll come for you and yours.

It was from the second class that I really understood that I am HIV-positive. Since then, nothing was the same as before.

Adjust the sails, regroup our path. Time takes time, breakthrough here at last.