It’s in Your Blood: The Revolution Has Waited for You

We Inherited Their Silence — Now We Roar in Their Name

In silent tribute to the woman who came before me, and every woman rising now.

I’ve only recently come to understand what an absolute force my grandmother truly was. As I grow older, I see the parallels in our lives — and I feel the weight she must have carried. Now, I admire her strength in a way I couldn’t fully grasp before. She walked this path first — and I walk it now, with her in every step.

A quiet revolution is unfolding — not loud like war drums, but deeper, older, coded in bone and blood.

It’s in the woman who suddenly knows she cannot mistake struggle for safety anymore.

In the mother who whispers affirmations to her daughter, rewriting a story that was never kind to girls.

In the sleepless nights when something stirs inside — not fear, but fire.

We are remembering.

Not just the facts and timelines, but the truth that was buried beneath survival.

And science is catching up to what so many of us have felt for generations: That trauma doesn’t die with us — it gets passed on. But so does power.

In a groundbreaking 2024 study published in Scientific Reports, researchers documented intergenerational epigenetic changes in Syrian refugee families exposed to extreme wartime violence. These “epigenetic scars” — markers on the genome caused by trauma — were found not just in survivors, but in their children and grandchildren. Source

And it’s not just human history that tells this story — science backs it up in the lab, too.

In a compelling behavioral study, mice that received mild electric shocks in a specific area of a maze learned to avoid that zone. Remarkably, this avoidance behavior was passed down to their offspring, who instinctively avoided the same area despite never experiencing the shocks themselves. The trauma response — the fear — had been passed down genetically. Source

We are not imagining this. The body remembers.

I saw a TikTok not long ago, the creator was having a conversation with her AI model about women and oppression and generational trauma, etc. The AI model commented that women were waking up and remembering and we are pissed. I felt this to the core of my being.

So when women say,

“We’re remembering — and we’re pissed,”

We aren’t just being poetic.

We’re being ancestral. Biological. True.

We are the uprising they never got to lead.

The uprising planted in every daughter.

Born from their silent suffering,

We are the uprising they carried in their blood.

We carry what they couldn’t say.

And now, we say it.

For all of us.

The systems that told us to hush — to be palatable, perfect, pleasing — they’re glitching now. And we are the patch.

In our wombs, our words, our Web3 wallets. In every bold decision to invest, to speak, to heal, to rest. This is the new inheritance.

You don’t have to be ready. You just have to be willing.

Willing to listen to the ache that says, There’s more.

Willing to trust the whisper that says, It’s time.

Because it is.

We are not building this alone.

We are building it with the hands of every woman who ever held us in life, in spirit, in memory.

We are the dream they didn’t get to finish.

Let's thrive together.