I remember the moment I heard the SCOTUS ruling was final; it’s burned into my body like trauma. I stood in my kitchen, my hand on the counter, steadying myself as if I had been hit with a wave from a blast. I looked up at the sky as if God could reverse this horrific reality. My heart sank; my tears flowed and the rage rose. For weeks after the news, I grieved. I railed. I ranted. I cried. I sank into a well of despair. I felt paralyzed yet I didn’t know what to do. What is needed, I knew, is money for the abortion providers who were still able to provide care, and protection of the access that remains in the states where decisions about access are being made.