🌅2,557 Days🦋
🕯️
I don't remember the coma.
I remember the waking.
I remember the sterile light.
The machines.
The quiet storm of medical voices around me.
And I remember hearing the words that would change everything:
"You have HIV. HIV3 to be exact."
That's what they said—HIV3.
I didn't even know what that meant.
It would take weeks of recovery,
months of questions,
and years of unlearning before I understood:
💔 HIV3 meant AIDS. 💔
No one explained it.
No one softened it.
