I've been seeing this image resurface lately. I took this photo in 2021 at a rally where, once again, a government wasn't listening to us. My face has changed slightly. My rage hasn’t dimmed. My fight hasn’t ended. I was tired. I was angry. I was grieving. And not enough has changed. The pain of living in a world where women, children and queer people are not safe — it’s unbearable. We carry the weight of names we’ve buried, stories that were never told, and screams that went unheard. Today, womenforchangesa hand over the letter demanding that Gender-Based Violence and Femicide (GBVF) be declared a National Disaster. I want to say: I still believe in us. In our power. In our resistance. In our refusal to be silent. Yes, we are still grieving. Still organising. Still shouting for justice in a system that continues to silence us. We have cried, marched, mourned, fought. Yet we are still here and are still rising. We are still demanding that the world sees us, hears us, and protect...