I march so that those upholding patriarchy and white supremacy in the laws or in their hearts hear me: YOU CANNOT AND WILL NOT WIN.

Chronic illness has radically shifted the experience and course of my life.  Nothing has been left untouched: my friendships, my marriage, my mental health, my hopes for children, my finances, my sense of agency in the world.  “Disabled” always meant my beloved brother with autism, an intellectual disability, and bipolar II.  I have come to see that it also includes me.  Not being able to attend the march is heartbreaking and yet listening to and honoring my body is a privilege.  Thank you, precious body, for carrying all that you do.  May we all continue to march in the ways that we can.