11/01/2025
41 years.
That number isn’t just about time — it’s about survival, pain, love, and everything in between.
When I look back, it’s impossible not to see the faces of the people who kept me alive when I didn’t have the strength to keep going. My family, my friends, the ones who showed up when life got ugly — you didn’t just stand beside me, you carried me. You’ve seen me at my weakest, my angriest, my most exhausted… and you stayed.
You saw past the scars, the diagnosis, the fear, and you reminded me that I was still worth fighting for.
You helped me believe in life again.
I’ve spent 41 years surviving battles most people never see — HIV, heart surgery, pain, loss, and the mental weight that comes with it all. But every single year, there’s been someone reminding me that I’m not alone in this war. That my story still matters. That love can outlast anything.
So this year, I just want to say thank you — deeply, honestly, from my heart.
Thank you for helping me survive long enough to see 41.
For being my light when the world went dark.
For believing in D-REK even when Derek was ready to give up.
This life isn’t just mine — it’s ours.
Every heartbeat, every milestone, every breath of year 41 belongs to the people who refused to let me go.
Here’s to the fighters, the healers, the believers, and the ones who never walk away.
You are my reason I’m still here. ❤️
