It’s strange how life can shift in an instant. One moment, I was living a carefree existence, feeling like I had all the time in the world to figure things out — whether it was my career, relationships, or just the everyday adventures that come with youth. I thought I had control over the course of my life, that nothing could derail my plans. But then, with one diagnosis, my sense of certainty crumbled. Suddenly, I was no longer the person I thought I was. My identity was no longer just shaped by the things I enjoyed, the places I went, or the people I met. It was now defined by something invisible, something that didn’t just affect my body, but my mind, my emotions, my future.

When I first heard the news, it didn’t feel real. There was a sense of disbelief, like it was all some mix-up or a mistake. I couldn't grasp the idea that something so small, so hidden, could have such a massive impact on my life. It’s hard to describe the feeling of your life coming to a screeching halt, only to be forced to navigate something that seems so far beyond your control. The truth is, it was never just a physical diagnosis. It was the beginning of a transformation I wasn’t ready for — one that turned my world upside down.

What followed was a sense of fear, one I couldn’t shake. I remember asking myself if I was going to die, asking questions I had no answers to. The uncertainty was crushing. In an instant, I went from being a person who was optimistic about the future to someone consumed by a constant feeling of dread and worry.

And this is the part I never expected — the mental weight of it all. The stigma. The self-doubt. The moments of sheer vulnerability. It was as though everything that once felt familiar had been stripped away, leaving me to face an entirely new reality. And the worst part? It felt like I had no control over it, no way to change the trajectory of my life. This wasn’t just about treating a virus. It was about navigating a personal journey of fear and acceptance, of learning to live with something that had the power to redefine everything I thought I knew about myself.

This is where I stand now, on the other side of that diagnosis, not as the person I once was, but as someone forever changed by an experience I never could’ve prepared for.

I’m iamsaying, and this is how I’ve navigated the path of fear, change, and acceptance since receiving an unexpected diagnosis. A moment in time that shattered the carefree version of myself, leaving me to grapple with something I never imagined would define my future.

## **I Was Healthy, Then I Wasn't**

It was 2017 when my world shifted. At 27, I thought I was just beginning to live my life. I had recently moved to a new city, was settling into an exciting new job, and was eager to explore all the possibilities that lay ahead. I felt invincible, carefree, like the world was my oyster. These were the years I imagined would be full of fun adventures, spontaneous trips, and growing into who I was meant to be.

But all of that changed in an instant. I went to Planned Parenthood for a routine visit to get birth control, something I assumed was just a standard procedure. But when the results came back, they weren’t what I expected. The doctor calmly told me I was positive for HIV.

I remember being stunned. There was this deafening silence that followed, as if the words hadn’t quite landed in my brain. I didn’t even fully understand what it meant, let alone how it had happened to me. My mind raced, trying to process everything. Was it a mistake? Could the test be wrong? What did it all mean for my health, my future, my relationships? Was I going to die?

The questions spiraled out of control, and for the first time in my life, I felt completely out of control. This was supposed to be the start of something exciting, something full of potential, but instead, I felt like the rug had been yanked out from under me. The weight of that single piece of news — the stark reality that my life could be marked by something I never saw coming—was overwhelming. I was paralyzed with fear and confusion. Everything I had looked forward to seemed suddenly out of reach.

This diagnosis — this virus — was not something I had anticipated. I had no warning, no signs. In one instant, my carefree life crumbled. I could barely grasp the reality of it. And what scared me even more was the uncertainty. What did the future hold now? How had something so invisible, so seemingly insignificant, come to define my future?

## **Healing Physically Was Easy, Healing Emotionally Was Impossible**

The physical side of HIV was manageable, or at least, it seemed that way. I followed the treatment, did what I needed to do, and within two weeks, I was undetectable. But that’s the thing about HIV — it’s not just about what’s on the surface. It’s not just a physical illness that can be treated or cured. It’s invisible in so many ways. While the doctors could see the virus in my body, I could feel it in every part of who I was — the way it made me see myself, the way it colored every interaction, and the way it shifted my entire perspective on life.

You don’t realize how much something like this can alter your sense of self until you’re in the middle of it. Yes, the virus may be physically manageable, but what about the emotional toll? The psychological weight that you carry long after the physical symptoms have passed? For me, the real battle began after the treatment. While I was following up with appointments and taking care of my health, I wasn’t taking care of my mind. And that’s where everything fell apart.

I’ve spent years struggling to feel like myself again. The woman I was at 27 — carefree, confident, and full of life — seems like a distant memory now. I used to live for new experiences, love taking risks, and believing that the future was full of limitless possibilities. But now, at 35, my 30s feel like a shadow of what I envisioned. Where I thought I’d be traveling, building a meaningful relationship, and even thinking about becoming a mother, I now find myself trapped by self-imposed limitations. These limitations didn’t come from anyone but myself. I’ve built walls around me — walls of shame, fear, and isolation.

The diagnosis didn’t just steal away my carefree years; it redefined how I see myself. Love, relationships, motherhood — they all feel out of reach. Not because I’ve given up on them, but because the person I’ve become has become unrecognizable. How do you open up to love when you’re not sure how to love yourself anymore? How can you embrace the future when your past has been so heavy? These questions haunt me every day.

The mental health toll has been worse than I ever anticipated. The emotional scars aren’t visible, and yet they’re the ones I carry with me. And despite being “undetectable,” the emotional burden never seems to fully fade. It feels as though HIV has taken away not just parts of my health, but pieces of who I was, making it harder to move forward with the hope and optimism I once had.

## **How I Lost Myself and Never Got Her Back**

There are days when I feel like my diagnosis has stolen the best parts of me. I don’t recognize the woman I used to be — the one who took risks, embraced life’s unpredictability, and wore her heart on her sleeve. Now, I find myself becoming cautious, reserved, and unwilling to be vulnerable. I can maintain surface-level relationships, sure, but I can never let anyone get too close. There's always this nagging fear that if they knew, if they understood, they would walk away. What if they don’t want me because of this diagnosis? What if I’m no longer enough?

It’s strange, isn’t it? How something as intangible and invisible as a virus can change you so profoundly. HIV wasn’t just a physical ailment — it became a mental and emotional burden that reshaped who I was. I’ve gone through periods where it felt like my whole identity was built around this invisible, yet all-consuming presence. And as time has passed, I’ve realized that the hardest part isn’t the treatment, or the virus itself. The hardest part is the constant mental struggle.

When I first received the diagnosis, I was blindsided. It triggered an avalanche of fear, confusion, and, ultimately, depression. I spiraled into self-destructive habits that I had never known before. I made reckless decisions, got a DUI, and felt like I had irrevocably ruined my life. This virus wasn’t just a diagnosis; it became the reason for every mistake I made, the explanation for every moment I felt out of control. My carefree, adventurous spirit was replaced with anger, shame, and resentment. I hated myself for letting something so invisible take so much from me.

Even now, when I look back, I can see how deeply my sense of self shifted. It felt like an irreversible transformation. No matter how hard I tried to move forward, it seemed like there was an invisible shadow following me, reminding me of everything I had lost — the life I imagined, the woman I used to be, the person I could have been. That shadow still lingers, even though I’ve gone through therapy, even though I’ve done everything I’m “supposed” to do.

What I’ve realized, though, is that I’ve spent so much time battling the virus within me, that I forgot to focus on the battle inside my mind. The hardest part is that you’re left to navigate this new version of yourself — one that’s both broken and healing at the same time. And yet, the external world can’t see that struggle. They see a woman who’s just living life, moving on. But in reality, I’m fighting a war within that never truly ends.

## **When Parenthood Becomes a Distant Dream**

Love — something I used to dream about, something I once believed I deserved — now feels like a distant, almost unreachable concept. How can I offer love when I’m still in the process of learning how to love myself? The diagnosis didn’t just affect my health; it shattered my belief in the possibility of deep connection. I’ve let go of the fantasy that someone will come into my life and sweep me off my feet. I’ve built walls so high around my heart that even I can’t break through them. The fear of rejection weighs heavily on me — what if they can’t accept me with this invisible part of me that I can’t change?

For years, I’ve struggled with believing I’m worthy of love. Every time I think about opening myself up to someone, my mind immediately goes to the fact that I have HIV. It feels like this giant, looming secret that I can’t escape, no matter how much I try to move past it. How could anyone love me knowing this about me? And if they do love me, would it be because they truly see me, or because they’ve accepted something I can’t fully accept in myself?

I’ve spent so much time telling myself I’m unworthy of love that I don’t even know if I can allow it into my life anymore. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve shut myself off from love altogether — maybe not consciously, but in the way I keep others at arm’s length. I don’t know how to be vulnerable anymore. The emotional scars that this diagnosis has left behind have turned me into someone I don’t recognize. And as I struggle to accept myself, the idea of someone else accepting me feels impossible.

Then there’s the idea of children — a dream I once held so close. When I was younger, I imagined myself as a mother. I dreamed of the day I would hold my own baby in my arms, watching them grow, nurturing them, teaching them everything I had learned in life. The thought of becoming a mother was always so natural, so inevitable.

But after my diagnosis, something shifted. It wasn’t just that I didn’t want children anymore; it felt like a decision had been made for me. The power I thought I had over my own body, over my future, seemed to slip away. I’ve had to confront the fact that I may never have children in the way I always imagined. I once had an unintended pregnancy, and the choice to end it still haunts me to this day. That decision, while necessary for me at the time, left a void — a pain I carry with me.

Now, the thought of having children feels so distant, so out of reach. I miss the idea of nurturing a life, of watching my own child grow into a person who would carry part of me into the future. But the reality is that my body, my health, and my diagnosis have shaped my choices in ways I never anticipated. The dream of becoming a mother has been replaced by a quiet, unspoken grief — the loss of something I thought was mine to give.

## **What I Wish For, What I Fear, and What I Hold Onto**

Despite everything that has happened, despite the emotional and physical toll HIV has taken on my life, I try to hold onto hope. It's not always easy — hope can sometimes feel like an empty word, a fleeting dream, especially when the reality of living with this diagnosis feels overwhelming. But still, I cling to it. I don’t know if it’s hope for a cure, or hope for a life that doesn’t revolve around this diagnosis. Maybe it’s hope for a future where HIV no longer defines me.

It’s hard to imagine a life where this virus isn’t a constant presence in my mind, but I try. Maybe in five years, there will be advancements in treatment, and a cure will be discovered. Maybe I’ll wake up one day and forget about HIV entirely, as if it never existed. The thought of that kind of freedom, of waking up and not having to think about my diagnosis, feels like a dream I’m not ready to give up on.

But it’s not just medical advancements I hope for. I think about the small ways I can reclaim my life. It’s the little things that help break the chains of fear and self-doubt. Maybe it’s a trip — a journey to somewhere I’ve never been, a place that could ignite the curiosity and adventure I once felt so strongly. The idea of stepping into the unknown, of exploring new places and meeting new people, feels like the kind of experience that could help me break free from the monotony that has come to define my life.

I want to rediscover the thrill of living, the excitement of new experiences, and the sense of wonder that used to drive me. Those small steps toward change — toward reigniting that flame — are what I cling to. It might not happen all at once, but I know that if I keep pushing forward, if I keep taking those little leaps of faith, there’s a chance I can find my way back to myself. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll find a life where hope isn’t something I have to search for — it will be something that finds me again.

## **Can the Journey of Living with HIV Lead to a New Kind of Freedom?**

Living with HIV has taught me more than I ever imagined. It’s not just about managing a medical condition, it’s about learning to live with something that has fundamentally altered who I am and how I see myself. This journey has taken me to places I never expected, forcing me to confront fears, insecurities, and feelings I never knew I could experience. It’s been about more than just surviving — it’s been about learning how to exist with something that I can't erase or wish away.

For years, I believed that having HIV meant I couldn’t have a “normal” life. I was convinced that I would always carry this weight, that I’d always be marked by this invisible condition. But as time goes on, I’ve started to see things differently. Maybe this is the life I was meant to have — one that’s full of challenges, yes, but also full of opportunities to grow and redefine what it means to be “normal.”

The reality of living with HIV doesn’t come with easy answers, but I’ve come to realize that it’s not about what I thought I had lost, but about what I can still gain. I’ve learned to embrace the uncertainty, to move forward without all the answers, and to find comfort in knowing that I can still build a future, even if it’s not the one I expected.

In time, I hope I’ll look back on this chapter not as a burden, but as a turning point in my life — a point where I was forced to change, to adapt, and to grow into someone who can find strength in the struggle. This doesn’t mean I have it all figured out, but it does mean I’m learning to find peace in the journey, even when the destination is unclear.

Until then, I’ll keep moving forward, slowly but surely. I may not have all the answers yet, and the path may not always be easy, but I will continue to hold onto hope — hope that change is possible, hope that acceptance will come, and hope that one day I’ll look back on this with gratitude for how it shaped me. 

The journey isn’t over, and I’m not done yet.

**Also Read: Brandon's** [**<u>HIV journey</u>**](https://www.shamelesspath.com/blog/std-stories/how-hiv-changed-my-life-forever)

<p>HIV changed everything for me — my future, my dreams of love and parenthood, and my sense of self. This is my journey of fear, acceptance, and resilience.</p>

HIV Ruined My Chance at Love, Parenthood, and a ‘Normal’ Life

HIV changed everything for me — my future, my dreams of love and parenthood, and my sense of self. This is my journey of fear, acceptance, and resilience.