I had finally graduated from college, after years of working full-time and being a single mother. Then I met the man I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with. Six months after our first sexual encounter, I was taken to the emergency room with a high fever and spots all over my body. It was then that I was diagnosed.

I didn't handle the news well. I thought my life was over. The disease was still a mystery to me and I  worried that I had given the virus to my husband. I was terrified to tell him. What would I do if he left me? Who would love me? But I told him and he took the news almost with an ‘oh well’ attitude.

I went to my follow up appointments and I am grateful that I had kind and understanding doctors. I received a crash course in HIV and learned what it means to be undetectable. I also learned that my new husband had a very high load, which meant it was more likely he gave it to me. I was prepared to tell him our love would overcome it all. What I didn't expect was to find out later that he was already aware of his status long before we ever said ‘I do’.

This news destroyed me.

Needless to say, our marriage ended and I was now a single mother, positive and alone. I had moved to a new state, was working a part-time job and struggling make ends meet. I was living in fear of someone finding out or worse, of dying and leaving my son alone.

Eventually it was my faith that got me through. I decided this would not ruin me. I returned to my hometown, reconnected with family and friends, starting seeing an amazing doctor and met an even more amazing man. He's negative and 11 years and two kids later, he still makes me glad I didn't give up on love.

I know there's still a ridiculous amount of misinformation and stigma around HIV. I've even experienced unprofessional behaviour from doctors but I refuse to let it change who I am. I am living my positive life positively. There's so much more to life.