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Founder of the grassroots organization called SYSTEM. She is explosively impacting the lives of those who need to hear the experiences of people overcoming what is trying to overwhelm them. Miriam says,"The purpose-filled possibilities in life’s situations, circumstances, and diagnoses are endless!" The 54 year old, Wife of twenty years, Mother of three, Grandmother of four, Author, Inspirational Poetess, and Minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, wholeheartedly believes that there is Life After any Diagnosis. She declares "people affiliated with SYSTEM will become dynamic and more productive forces in their communities living their best lives!"
"I got married in June of 1997. I already had three children, two girls and a boy. In 2000 I found out I was HIV positive. I immediately told my Husband. He said, "Our vows say in sickness and in health." He also said that he loved me and he’s going to keep me here as long as he can. He immediately got tested. My children have also be educated and tested. My Husband is still HIV negative. We are called a “Serodiscordant couple” (One positive person and a negative person in a relationship). My children are now matured Adults. They make sure I adhere to my meds and Doctor appointments. When they have Questions I answer. They are a great support system. They are comfortable with me being an Advocate and Activist for others. It’s life as usual because I believe, live, and have a “Life After Diagnosis.” To me HIV means His Internal Vision in me. AIDS stands for And I Don’t Surrender to stigma and judgments. I decree and declare in Jesus name that there is Life After any Diagnosis."
Favorite Bible verse: “For I reckon that the sufferings in this present time cannot be compared to the glory which shall be revealed in us” (Romans 8:18).
During Miriam’s younger years, traumatic dreams controlled her moods and behaviors. As she became used to them she used those dreams as an excuse for her unusual behaviors. Mutilating insects and animals, in her younger years, was a sure sign of psychotic behavior. Manipulation was a sure sign of emotional stress and the inability to forgive and move on was a loud cry out of hurt and mistrust. It was not
until her teens that the Lord and prayer took away those angry feelings.
Finding out that she was HIV positive caused emotions that she thought were gone to appear again. This time it was in the form of depression and erratic behaviors. It was not bad dreams that caused shingles and manic actions.
Dealing with her reality caused a turnaround of her turmoil. Therapy is a part of her life along with medication. Miriam takes her medication and lets others know that it’s okay to take medicine and be a Mom, Minister, Author, Playwright, and Poet.
My Black Box
Hidden within my black box are complacent stigmas and emotions from the past/darkness. To the left in my black box are schemes and dreams dangling beneath my means of comprehension/ignorance.
In the middle of the bottom in my black box are silent screams and the loud sounds of my self-esteem waiting to exist/kidnapped. On the top of the inside of my black box are compromises without boundaries of trust accompanied by insurmountable calamity/confusion.
On the sides inside of my black box are memories of hurt from past loves and loved ones who did not display a care while destroying the hinges on my black box/damaged.
On the outside of my black box are the agonies of self-induced trauma to avoid the significant and delicate horrors portrayed in the tiny details of my black box/suffering.
The rough edges and the splintered corners of rejection, catered to the makeup that masked my black box/camouflaged. The encore of discouragement, the onset of hopelessness and the painted scenery of neglect shellacs my black box/abandonment.
This black box is tired of cowering/exhausted. This black box is cold and damp/clammy. There is a new dawning of this black box and it’s currently collecting bravery/heroism. This black box is fading because, my eyes are now open and light consumes what closed eyes produced!