There was several times i wanted to end my life, but the thought of leaving my dad behind to grieve, stopped me. I decided to fight on the illness for my dad and myself. I was very lucky to found a work where my boss do not mind my status. With the income, i can still go for treatments and not exhaust all my dad's savings. As long as there's life, there's hope.

I wanted to free myself from my sufferings.

I felt hopeless and sunk into further depression. I couldn't understand why a HIV carrier, suffering physically and mentally have to suffer further from discrimination and stigma. That was too much for me.

I've no clue how my HIV positive status was spread around and reached the ears of the boss until i see Sean in my office. As the blow of being HIV positive was bad enough, a greater blow came from Sean, my best friend cum colleague. He betrayed me for my post. Realistic world indeed. People goes for the throat, anxious to kick you when you are down. Even best of friends.

I was sacked and replaced instantly by my best friend who turned nemesis. It was AIDS discrimination from the work place. I felt i could still contribute to the company despite my illness but the boss didn't hestitate to sack me. Not even an account on how much money i've helped the company to earn.

My so call buddies who used to fool around and enjoy life with me had all deserted me. I couldn't find a friend who are willing to lend me a listening hear to pour out all my feelings and fears.

After being tested positive for HIV, I got depressed and very lost. I needed a friend whom i can talk to and console me badly. However,