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| This is the essay series by women living with HIV. The authors in Japan,
Cambodia, Portugal and the Philippines, write about episodes and the
feelings of their daily lives. |
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 For human beings, is there anything more miserable and desperate than being without hopes and dreams? These are the very essence of the future; without them there is no future.
The situation in the country where you’re born, your home environment and innate qualities…
While these differ from person to person throughout the world, I hope that people everywhere live out their lives with dreams, whatever their situation.
I went through a period where I couldn’t get the word “hopeless” out of my head for days on end, and it brought me suffering.
That continued for many years after I was told that I’d contracted the HIV virus.
As a result of being under the spell of hopelessness, I spent years of precious time under a dark cloud.
But now that spell is broken.
The exhausted person I was in my teens who had given up hope of ever experiencing romance, marriage or having children, and instead was resigned to die young, has gone.
Now I’m a somewhat girlish person in her 30s who dreams of happiness just like any other woman. |
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