I write because I love writing, and I have loved it since I was seven. I am honest about my life, some say too honest.
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.
R-E-J-E-C-T-E-D. Everywhere I turn, it seems that I am not good enough.
Stigma is a killer, sure, but silence is the weapon it uses.
I share the hardship, my HIV diagnosis, the moments of darkness, the joy of sharing my status, and the victory of choosing life.
Sometimes, when I am alone, I ask myself a question: Why am I so public and open about living with HIV?
Your experiences, your love, your strength — all of it matters. Even in hardship, there is light.
I want to tell you about my best friend, my baby, and the love of my life...
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.