When HIV seeped into my life

This is a story of grief. Not the grief of losing a parent. I’ve lost both, and there are plenty of books written about that. Not the grief of breakups, friend death, death of a loved one. There are words for those losses.

I’m writing about the grief that seeps into your soul and heart and mind, but that we struggle to find words for. The grief that we get told is small and not really ours to have. I’m writing about the impact of multiple losses to a community on an individual. On me.