Chaos with Cait

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...

There are pieces of me only love can find, and only light can keep.

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...

There are corners of my soul that only light can touch. I keep them sacred, I call them mine.

I know that you flinch when they reach I know that trust for you, is a door that creaks from being slammed too many times. I see how you...

I do not always believe in miracles However, I do believe in trying again.

I opened my fist, not to fight, but to plant what I was holding too tightly.

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...

There was a version of me that didn’t survive the one who whispered “I’m fine” while quietly bleeding. I shattered quietly beneath the...

Time did not rush me. Time waited, like cupped hands, for me to come back to myself.

I didn’t bloom when they said I would. I didn’t rise in the spring or follow the sun like I should. I cracked open in the cold, roots tangled, petals unsure. They said I was late, wrong, wilted before I began. Yet, I bloomed anyway. Out of season, out of step, out of silence. And still, I am radiant. Still, I am mine.

Some things had to die, for me to bloom

I won’t pretend like I’m unbroken. I come with the sound of leaving still ringing in my chest, with hands that once held all the wrong...

I was a body without a compass, my breath shallow. Every dawn was a dare I didn't ask for. The dark knew my name it crawled into my bones...

I have earned silence that doesn’t ache, and peace that doesn’t demand I pay for it in pain. I deserve mornings that don’t start with...

Inhale, the world does not own me. Exhale, I begin again.

There were things I couldn’t say not because I didn’t want to but because the words felt like knives and I didn’t know if anyone would...

She’s still out there somewhere between a borrowed couch and the bottom of a bottle, telling half truths with a full mouth, swearing...

I was born in the fire. Third degree burns covered my skin before I even had the words to name the pain. I was born into dysfunction,...