My 33rd birthday just passed on December 5th, 2019 and I have been doing a lot of reflecting.
I am devastatingly tired. Today it is a weight pressing on my spirit. It is almost as if it's the only emotion I have room for.
See, a girl like me, living in a cruel cold world…with little to no backbone support.
I was 26 years old. My children were 1 and 6 years old. I had recently ended a mentally and physically abusive relationship.
Recently one of my blogs was shared on Facebook about me going back to online dating after finding out my positive status.
It's hard to explain how my feelings are towards having HIV. I try not to think about it in a negative way and yes, plenty of people say it's not a death sentence like people try to make it seem. But...
Living with HIV for the past 12 years has been full of ups and downs.
Princess Diana once said. "HIV does not make people dangerous to know. You can shake their hands and give them a hug. Heaven knows they need it." When people hear "HIV" they automatically think of...
I've always been one to believe everything happens for a reason. And I do believe, if not anything, God put HIV in my life because he knows I can reach others.
Hello guys. I know it's been a while, but I been in complete meditation on blogging.