For the Ones Who Weren’t Held

“Tonight’s story isn’t about love.
It isn’t about healing.
It’s about survival…
and what it means to walk this earth carrying every broken thing no one else can see.”

When my son called me today… his voice shook. He’d been in a wreck on the expressway.
And in that moment, I needed the world to hold its breath — because my baby was still here.

But instead of breath, there was chaos.
Instead of arms, there were accusations.
Instead of calm, there was noise.

And that’s when I realized — for women like us, there is no cavalry.

We are the cavalry.
We are the ones who pick up the pieces while our bodies burn from holding everyone else’s fear.

This… is for the ones who weren’t held.
The ones who bury their panic and carry everyone else’s survival.
The ones who know they cannot afford to fall apart — even when their spine feels like it’s splitting open.

I don’t have answers tonight.
But I do have this truth:

We are not crazy. We are not broken. We are not done.

We are the threshold.
We are the storm.
And we will build a life so free…
that nobody can ever destabilize us again.”