I saw this post the other day and it really struck me so I wanted to share it with you.

They are scared of women like you.

Women with hearts big enough to house suitcases full of pain.

Women with laughs so therapeutic they can heal wounds.

Women with passion fierce enough to start wildfires.

They are scared of what they can’t tame or understand.

~ Billy Chapata

When I read this, I thought of you. I thought of all the women I know who continue to bring love, compassion, and healing to a hurting world. 

They are scared of women like you—like us—because we are rising. For generations, the power of women has been ignored, dismissed, and vilified. Our intuition has been mocked as hysteria. Our strength has been labeled as defiance. Our wisdom, hard-won through lifetimes of bearing pain and nurturing life, has been silenced or stolen, leaving us to question our own value.

They have tried to make us small. Women have been told to smile more, to sit quietly, to shrink our needs, our voices, and our dreams so the world could feel more comfortable in its imbalance. We have been denied autonomy over our own bodies and decisions, dismissed in boardrooms, and overlooked in history books. Even our pain—our rage, our grief—has been written off as inconvenient or irrelevant. 

But, what if they is not some faceless force “out there” but all of us, together, wrestling with the shadows we have created? What if the fear is not just theirs but ours—born of forgetting who we are, what we’re capable of, and the love that binds us?

And what if we—every single one of us—are both the light and the darkness? What if this rising is not a battle but a becoming, a remembrance of the truth that has always been within us?

The pain we see in the world, the systems that oppress, the harm we do to one another—these are not the products of some distant “other.” They are the collective wounds of a humanity that has been trying, in all the wrong ways, to find its way back to love.

But now, something is shifting. The light is rising, not to fight the darkness but to hold it, to illuminate it, and to transform it. And that light lives in us.

It lives in the women daring to heal themselves so they can help heal the world. It lives in the conversations where we choose understanding over judgment. It lives in the moments we refuse to look away from suffering—our own or others’—and instead, face it with compassion and courage.

We are not separate from the world’s pain, nor are we separate from its healing. The light rising within us is the world’s healing. It is in the way we laugh even when it hurts, the way we create beauty in the midst of chaos, the way we choose love when it would be so much easier to choose fear.

What if the “them” we fear is simply the part of us that has forgotten love? And what if this rising is a call to remember—not just for women, but for everyone?

It is not women against men, or light against dark, or us against them. It is all of us, together, holding hands across the messy, beautiful spectrum of our humanity, daring to believe that the light within us is stronger than anything we have ever feared.

When we embrace this truth, we step into a power that cannot be contained or defined by old stories of separation. We realize that the rising isn’t about defeating anyone or anything—it’s about becoming who we’ve always been: light and love incarnate, here to remind the world of its own divinity.

In this way, the rising is inevitable. Because the light is already here. It always has been. And it’s in you, in me, in all of us. We are not the warriors fighting the darkness; we are the light daring to shine. And in that shining, we remember the one truth that changes everything: the darkness was never separate from us. It was simply waiting to be seen and transformed.

Let us remember, that the world needs women like you and me. We are the rising. We are the light. And we are the love that heals.

With love,