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💔 My Story: Love, Pain, and Strength as an HIV-Positive Mother
Many say love is a beautiful thing. But for me, it became a source of pain — a pain I’ll carry for the rest of my life.
I fell deeply in love when I was young and naive. Back then, I was living with my mom and siblings. Every weekend, I’d travel by train for four hours just to be with him. Despite the distance and hardships, we made it work because I thought we were in love.
But little did I know, I was walking into a storm.
🚩 The Reality I Ignored
He had multiple baby mamas. He was also involved with older, wealthier women. But I was too blinded by love to see the truth.
When I made the decision to move in with him, he resisted at first. But I persisted — and eventually, he accepted me. I thought life was finally good. I thought I had found my forever.
But then came the moment that changed everything.
💔 My HIV Diagnosis
When I registered for my first pregnancy, I was diagnosed HIV positive. I felt my world collapse around me. But somehow, I gathered strength, accepted my situation, and started my medication.
When my first child was born, I exclusively breastfed her for a year because we couldn’t afford formula. By God’s grace, she didn’t contract HIV. She remained negative, and for that, I’ll always be thankful. ❤️
😔 A Second Blow
When I became pregnant again, my viral load was high. The doctors gave my newborn a high dosage of medication to prevent transmission.
But despite all the precautions, my second baby contracted HIV through breastfeeding. 💔😭
When I received the news, it felt like my heart had been ripped out. I was living my worst nightmare. I hated myself. I questioned my decisions. I wished I had done things differently — but life doesn’t give us a rewind button.
💪 Living for My Children
Since then, I’ve had to soldier on. My babies and I take our medications every day. Seeing my young child take pills every morning is a pain I can’t explain. It breaks me.
When I told their father about our child’s status, it meant little to him. His reaction was cold, and life carried on for him like nothing happened.
But for me, every day is a fight — and every day I choose to keep going, for my children.
✨ My Message to Every Young Girl
To every young girl reading this, please chase your dreams before chasing men. Love is beautiful, but it should never cost you your future, your health, or your peace of mind.
Build yourself first. Prioritize your goals. Be independent. You deserve a life filled with safety, joy, and love that adds to you — not one that destroys you.
Thank you for reading my story. ❤️
If you’re going through something similar, know that you’re not alone. We’re stronger than our scars. 🌸
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