Your fellow human beings can turn into your Judas Iscariot at any moment in this lifetime. Having friends who are pretenders and when a situation changes, immediately they switch you off.
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.
Help and healing are possible. It starts with one act of surrender and one conversation with someone you trust.
To my sisters of resilience: it's okay to rest. You're still a warrior.
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.
A sister girl is just tryna survive these +/- 100 years that I got and praying for Jesus to come back like they said, cus these people really down here wilding.
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?