On the inside, my spirit was broken into pieces | On the outside, I masked it, very well | With a hyper cheerful personality | Faked my way through | But, I saw the light one day
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'm coming up on my fourth year of being diagnosed with HIV. Although I have been undetectable since 2021, I am still learning to navigate through so much with this diagnosis.
Every time I speak my truth, I invite people into a deeper understanding of me—not just my diagnosis, but my resilience, my laughter, my wisdom, and my health.
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...
Hi all!! My name is Marie. I'm 49 years old and I was recently diagnosed with HIV... I look forward to supporting women everywhere!
Well, I made it to USCHA in Washington DC... I love coming to these conferences because they are so personally beneficial for me as an advocate.
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?
It was Friday, May 2, 1986, and the day started out like any other day, but it wasn't. Today would change our lives forever.
This is not just a story about illness— it's about intuition. The terrifying silence of being dismissed. And the sacred roar of deciding to save yourself.