Rachael Feher

Living with HIV means just that. I live with it. This morning is like every other morning. My day starts at 7:30 a.m. I’m a social worker, and I continue to work remotely so I was checking my emails and my work phone before I wake my daughter up for virtual 6th grade at 8 a.m. Life doesn’t stop. Bills still need to be paid. Dinner needs to be cooked. Laundry cleaned. Kisses given. We belly laugh. We watch our favorite shows. We make amazing memories. I am resilient. I am a fighter. I have my bad days. But I have so many good ones. I am stronger than my diagnosis. HIV doesn’t define me.

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