The Awful Truth (Part 2)

Years ago, I never get sick.
I was hospitalized once, I was in 3rd grade.
That never happened again.

Yet there I was... lying in bed. It was around 9 in the morning (the usual rounds of doctors in MMC) when the bomb landed in my lap.

I was mum. I couldn't answer the question because the first time I was rushed in the hospital - even though I hadn't done any recent HIV tests - I knew there was something wrong, that I felt I had it. I was afraid. Ashamed. Mortified. And it got the better of me.

Hello. My name is Brent and I am HIV positive. (Part 1)

After two years of trying not to entertain the idea of HIV/AIDS-related blogging (since writing is what I actually do for real and the fear that some people may recognize my style and choice of words), I finally gave in and started tweaking a few HTML codes two nights ago. Hence, you're reading my first blog post. Ü

I don't really know how to begin this with... but you know what alcoholics and drug addicts do on Anonymous meetings? That's right. So let me start with... "Hello. My name is Brent and I am HIV positive." Ü