motivation, faith, forgiveness

What will you remember when I'm no longer here?/ What footprints did I leave on your soul/ In what kind of memories will I appear/ These are things beyond my control

There is a different kind of pain in realizing the people who gave you life aren't necessarily the people who make you feel safe.

Many of my thoughts land in a space of gratitude because my heart remains full that I get to meaningfully engage in work day-to-day that supports positive impact on the lives of women living with HIV.

For a long time, I thought silence was protecting me. I thought if I didn't say something out loud, maybe it wouldn't feel real.

I educate the world to keep the disease at bay/ But education is lost in the politics of today/ Yet more and more minds I continue to sway/ HIV will never define me...

Joining this blog will allow me to connect with other women living with HIV/AIDS, contribute to an important community, and continue using my voice to encourage, support, and advocate for others.

I remember the hard times that I've been through and survived, and I remember the love of my great grandmother, the kindness and strength of my grandfathers, and I want to make them proud.

Jyoti Dhawale stands in the long lineage of people who refuse silence. For more than 20 years, she has lived openly with HIV in a society where stigma still tries to shape destiny.

It's really not easy to be transgender, There's little reward and even less splendor, Just social hate and judgement abounds, Where facts and truth and compassion dumbfounds...

At 48 I look back at my life and it's clear that the only reason I'm standing here with my Beeb and NuNu is because Jesus literally has saved me.