Chaos with Cait

Outcast is only another word for free, a cage with no walls, and no ceilings.

I wear curiosity like a crown, glittering with questions, that no one can answer for me.

You cannot shrink me into your definition. I will not live inside your smallness.

She wandered through days that felt borrowed, her footsteps echoing in the wrong direction. The mirrors showed her a stranger, eyes...

I used to run from softness. I didn’t trust it, I didn’t know how to hold what didn’t hurt. But this time, I stay. Not because the fear...

She was not easy to know, but once you did, you never forgot how she made silence feel holy.

You tell me to fit in as if I were clay, as if my edges were mistakes that needed sanding down. But I am not a shape you can measure. I...

I do not know what waits around the bend. My bones tremble with every almost. What if I lose? What if I bloom? I pack my fear in silence,...

You thought she was a locked door, but she was an ocean trench, your key would never fit.

I have grown, to be many different versions of myself through life. Each chapter bringing to the surface, Something new.

The doctors call me a question mark, they study my charts as if the answers might rise from paper and ink, then spill out a neat...

I said yes to the silence I needed. Yes to the mirror, even on the days it shook. Yes to my softness, even when the world called it...

You tried so hard to be the version of me that they could love. The version that made herself smaller, quieter, easier to hold but never...

I don’t flinch at my reflection anymore. I meet my own eyes like someone worth staying for. I speak softer to myself now, not because...

They called me difficult. I call me divine.

I am learning to be brave not the kind that bites her tongue or clenches her fists to prove her strength, but the kind that tells the...

I used to believe that pain made me powerful. That my worth was measured by how much I could carry without falling. I made a home in the...

Even if it breaks me i’ll rise from the dust with softer bones and clearer breath. Even if the ground forgets to catch me, I’ll learn how...

They buried me a thousand times but I kept growing through the dirt. Call it grace, call it rage, call it the fire that forgets how to...

You mistook her softness for surrender, not knowing that storms can whisper too.