For more than 20 years, I have been ridiculed, shamed, attacked, doxxed—called every name in the book—by people who believed the lie that vaccines are safe. I have fought every single day. I have fought doctors who threatened me, who threatened to take my children away because I refused to comply. I have fought school districts that came after me for daring to protect my own kids. I have fought people in my life who told me I was crazy, a liar, a fearmonger, a conspiracy theorist.
I have fought for my son, who was perfectly fine—until he wasn’t. Until the day, the hour, the moment he received his two-month vaccines. And after that day, he was never the same. I knew the truth. I lived the truth. And yet, the world told me I was wrong.
And so, I fought. Every. Single. Day.
I didn’t even realize I was at war. I didn’t realize how much stress I carried, how much weight was pressing down on me every waking moment, how much I had to stay on guard, ready to defend, ready to protect, ready to fight.
And then—Bobby Kennedy Jr. was sworn in.
And suddenly… it was over. The war was over. The truth was finally coming out. And for the first time in two decades, my body relaxed. For the first time, I rested.
I can barely talk about it without bursting into tears because I had no idea the level of stress I had been carrying every single day. The level of grief, of exhaustion, of sheer determination to keep going when the world told me to shut up and comply.
But I didn’t. And now, I don’t have to fight alone.
The truth is here. And I can finally breathe.
To all the mothers who have been in this fight alongside me…
I see you. I know what you’ve endured. I know the sleepless nights, the gut-wrenching fear, the moments you questioned yourself—not because you were wrong, but because the world screamed so loudly that you had to be. I know the heartbreak of watching your child suffer and the unbearable loneliness of being the only one who seemed to care enough to question.
You are a warrior. But warriors are not meant to fight forever.
So today, I say to you: Rest.
Take a deep breath. Hug your babies—those who have suffered and those you have fought so hard to protect. Let yourself feel the weight lifting off your shoulders. Let yourself heal.
We have won a hard-fought battle, and now it’s time to rebuild—not in fear, not in anger, but in love. In peace. In truth.
We did what they said was impossible. We held the line. And because we did, the world is finally beginning to wake up.
So today, rest, mama. You have earned it.
Hugs,
Carrie
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