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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.
My story feels like time travel, which is not only about machines or science fiction. Sometimes, it is about memory, longing, and dreams that refuse to die.
In a world chasing love, the real danger is not the viral load one carries but the lies that people carry behind those perfectly filtered profiles.
I regret some decisions and some situations I found myself in, not because I was "bad," but because I was naive, vulnerable, and lacking affection.
We all take some risk in search of companionship, and those with HIV are no exception.
For as long as I can remember, I thought survival and worth were the same damn thing. If I was needed, I mattered. If I was wanted, I was safe.
This holiday season, while many are wrapping gifts and gathering with loved ones, I find myself walking through a different kind of transition — one filled with endings, beginnings, and a quiet, steady determination to choose faith over fear.
Through the hospital visits, the medication changes, the frustrations, the prayers, the tears — I am still here. I am smiling as I write this blog post.
We are opposite in many ways, but compliment each other beautifully. I can literally tell him anything.