Chaos with Cait

Joy has no edge, It moves through me like wind through a window; soft, certain, and everywhere at once.

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

I no longer flinch when someone reaches for me. That old instinct, to brace, and to retreat, has softened into stillness. Now, when you...

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 unlearned survival just enough to let love linger without needing a reason.

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...

Inhale, I remember who I am. Exhale, I release who I am not.

I breathe, not just in and out, but through. Through ache, through hush, through all the nights I held my breath to survive. I breathe,...

Bare feet, wet sand, the earth’s pulse, syncs with mine.

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.