Chaos with Cait

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.

She never spoke in straight lines, her truths were constellations, only visible if you stayed long enough in the dark.

My joy didn’t ask for permission, it spun me in circles until I forgot how to stay still.

She is not a body, but a tide; pulling and spilling, full of moons. A name stretched over bone like wet silk, she is the ash and the...

I used to swallow silence just to keep the peace. I have bent my spine to fit into rooms that never made space for me. I thought kindness...

I dropped my shield, not because I lost, but because I no longer needed it to win.

They told me nothing good could grow here, not from this kind of soil, not after that kind of storm. But they didn’t know how often I’ve...

I used to ask the world if it was okay to smile. I would ask If it was safe to laugh out loud, to dance when no one else was moving. I...

I am learning to be brave, not loud, but honest. I am learning to trust myself, even when doubt whispers louder than truth. I’m learning...

I am not what broke me. I am what rose after. No phoenix, just flesh, stitched and stubborn, burning forward. I speak in sparks now. I...