At Times, I've Been So Absolutely Terrified

I Have Always Felt A Little Homeless. It's A Strange Thing.

In Memory, You Can Access Something From The Past, Anything That You've Experienced That You Remember - It's There. Now, You Might Have A Memento Of It In A Photograph Or In A Film Or A Building Or Some Clothes That You Wore. There Might Be Something That Connects You To This Memory. But All Of Us Are Just All Caught In This Time, Whatever That Is.

There's So Much Stigma Around Hiv/aids. It's A Challenging Issue, And The People That Already Have Been Tested And Know Their Status Find It Very, Very Hard To Disclose Their Status, To Live With That Virus, And To Even Seek Out The Kind Of Information They Need. This Experience Of Going To South Africa A Decade Ago Really Woke Me Up To The Scale Of The Hiv/aids Pandemic In Sub-saharan Africa, How It Was Affecting Women And Their Children. I Haven't Been Able To Walk Away From It.

I Think It Takes A Lot To Put Oneself In A Place Where, You Know, That Thing About "feel The Fear And Do It Anyway." You Wonder What The Driving Force Is That Makes You Want To Do That And Not Just Stay In A Safer Place.

You Just Decide What Your Values Are In Life And What You Are Going To Do, And Then You Feel Like You Count, And That Makes Life Worth Living. It Makes My Life Meaningful.