Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Angels


I started writing this blog 18 months ago on Thanksgiving. The growth I've experienced since then has been gargantuan. The love (of myself) that I've gained, the heartbreak that has been inflicted on me by people I've trust have equally made me a better person.

For the first time in two years, I can honestly say that I'm proud of myself. I work for the "Best Company to Work For" (at least that's what they tell you). I went from having a viral load of almost 1 million and a CD4 count of 8 to being HIV undetectable and out of the AIDS diagnosis.

That didn't come without struggles. My skin reacted so violently to immune reconstitution I had acne and masking that transformed my appearance into something I could barely stand seeing in the mirror. I had sleepless nights back home in the midwest job hunting before relocating to California to start my life over.

Start over. Funny I say that because I've been here just six months and I'm ready to do it again. It's time. I've been searching for my peace, how to