March 10th is NWGHAAD (National Women's and Girls HIV/AIDS Awareness Day), and this is also Women's History Month, so I would like to tell you about one woman in particular who was called "the Cemetery Angel".
I would like to find sisterhood, mentorship, and support to overcome shared challenges and build self-esteem.
For as long as I can remember, I thought survival and worth were the same damn thing. If I was needed, I mattered. If I was wanted, I was safe.
Your fellow human beings can turn into your Judas Iscariot at any moment in this lifetime. Having friends who are pretenders and when a situation changes, immediately they switch you off.
Estoy cansada...de la crueldad. Cansada de las mentiras. Cansada de la gente que elige no educarse cuando la verdad está aquí, frente a sus ojos.
I am tired of...the cruelty. Tired of the lies. Tired of people who choose not to educate themselves when the truth is right here.
I felt very bad. I lacked even tears to cry. I only said one thing, "Be strong, Caro." And that was when my journey started...
I would go to my clinic hiding my face and the day before visiting the clinic I didn't sleep. I kept on thinking how will I do tomorrow?? Who will I meet there?
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