We may not have a cure, but one thing is sure, we have the right people on the case...
What Do You See When You Look At Me? Perfectly Planted Sprouted Up to Perfection Beaming in the Sun
To my sisters of resilience: it's okay to rest. You're still a warrior.
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
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.
"You have HIV. HIV3 to be exact." That's what they said—HIV3. I didn't even know what that meant... No one explained it. No one softened it.
It's not what others tell you about yourself; it's what you tell yourself that is important. You mold who you think and believe you are.
When diagnosed, a person confides in me and trusts my guidance and love. I kill stigma one day, one person at a time. Doors are opening and I feel alive.
You brought me through trials to teach me who I can be. The one You designed me to be.