Healing Is Voluntary

Never would I ever think that I would be the one telling the story from this side. But they told us never to say never anyways, so I guess that is where I first went wrong. The second misstep happened when I slept with that dude without a condom. This guy that I barely knew… Continue reading Never came

Have you ever been verbally abused? That shit doesn't feel good. I never knew what to call it. I just knew that my dad talked to me (us) very badly. And that it made me bleed on the inside. I would like to think of him differently than this grumpy, mean-spirited demon. But that's the… Continue reading New dad wanted

Wow. Addiction runs strong in my family. You name it. We done did it. Crack? We been on that. And apparently it made a few of us Super Babies. Alcohol? We drink that like it's water. Matter of fact, I think we own part of the Jacquin's stock. We just have to. Marijuana? Like why… Continue reading Molly, kiss my ass

Living in poverty sometimes makes me sad. Understanding that poverty can be looked at as both absolute and relative, I can say, "relatively speaking" that this shit is for the birds. I live in Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love. A place that is like its own little world in its own. Especially in the… Continue reading Poor people live

Boundaries. I've never been a fan of them. I like to move freely and not be told that I have to stay within a certain confine. They say I'm an air sign? Maybe it has something to do with that? IDK. But I like to do what I want to do, when I want to… Continue reading Damn boundaries

One thing that I pride myself on is the fact that in all my time living with HIV - I have not transmitted the virus to anyone else. For the most part, I have remained consistent with taking my medication as prescribed and going to the doctor. When I first got diagnosed, I remember how… Continue reading 2% chance of HIV

I was extremely hesitant to begin therapy again. The last time I went was when I was younger, trying to kill myself and shit. I'm wasn't in that place anymore. I didn't want to die. So I got this. Right? Therapy would be all the way in the way. For one, I felt like I… Continue reading My white therapist