i have spent the last couple of hours following links in blogs and reading and learning. i have seen a lot of numbers, but numbers can be so numbing. they can distract from the fact, this is personal. i have been moved to tears and back again, by the strength of the voices in these personal stories:
e j speaks of hope: “This is quite possibly the most challenging blog I’ve written in quite some time – not because of content, but because of having to sort through the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done, and the things that I have experienced. Sorting through all of this, of course, was like trying to sort through grains of sand in the Sahara Desert. Once you add the fact that this is an emotional period for me around holidays, you can understand while this was something that I had to drive around and think about. While things have gotten easier and progressed considerably since my first experience with AIDS, hope still plays a major force in my life.”
Donald speaks of the gift of ‘right now’: “Testing positive was definitely the most traumatic event in my life, but it wasn’t the only one by a long shot. That might be why I dealt with it the same way I’ve always dealt with trauma; I just went into a corner and curled up waiting to be buried. Not really wanting to die, but REALLY not wanting to be in this world. Just feeling numb.
But since I didn’t die, time has just kept moving on. I’m still here and still fine and still have dreams that I want to fulfill. I still have days where time slips by, but I can deal with it if I just focus on doing something, anything that will get me closer to a goal. Sometimes these steps are big, but most of the time they are small – but planning them is a potent weapon against my worst enemy: procrastination.”
powerful words. silence doesn’t stand a chance against these voices.
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