Chaos with Cait

Some people need to feel what loss feels like when the choice is no longer theirs. You are deserving of taking the ball into your own...

I caught myself smiling, a sudden skip in gravity, like laughter tripped and took me with 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 thought I had to chase it, but love found me when I stood still long enough to feel my own pulse.

My voice did not arrive soft, It cracked through silence like bone through dry ground, trembling, unsure, a slow crescendo rising from...

I leaned into the silence and found it held me like a promise.

I don’t know peace like I knew pain, but I’m learning. The quiet still startles me. The joy feels foreign, but I let it stay. Some part...

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...

I feel inspired through sadness, and yet that is not entirely who I am made out to be.

Light does not force the dark away, it waits, the light holds its breath until you’re ready to open your eyes.

They called me difficult. I call me divine.

I stitched joy into my scars, not to hide them, but to remind myself of how far I've come.

I have only ever been into intentional men, never once, not ever, have I been into the emotional lads.

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’ve been told to toughen up since I could barely speak, as if kindness were a crack in the armor, as if softness made you breakable....

Children are the keepers of tomorrow. hands sticky with dreams, and eyes wide enough to hold the whole sky. Children run as if the earth...

They said it was for peace, but peace never came. The only thing to ever come was, smoke and bodies, bodies with names that no one spoke...

Greed wears a tailored suit and dines on plates the size of continents. While, hunger sleeps in alleys, trembling under cardboard skies....

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...

I used to flinch at my own reflection, now I toast to her bravery.