Chaos with Cait

My happiness is tied to my freedom, whatever that is anyways.

I harbor resentment towards my mother. She has stolen more things from me than she will ever be able to take accountability for. I hear...

I woke this morning and chose me. I look forward to doing that more often.

I could have, I should have, I would have yet I did not.

Flowers. Sandals. Sunshine & birds.

Those eyes. “Those eyes? just dull and blue,” she said like she’d skimmed the surface and moved on. “Yeah, right,” he scoffed, shaking...

Napping on a beach. That sounds like a great forecast for me.

You are a bridge between emotion and expression, spirit and action, you are a bridge between silence and voice.

I was dying a few times and I still did not scream out for help.

Stop playing it safe. Let things get risky for a little while.

You are not here to be perfect. You are here to be real. Your purpose is to feel, to learn, to experience, to heal. Then to help others...

Mentally there has been a lot for my mind to process. There has been an unimaginable amount of ungodly things for me to digest....

Be nice. Be nice until it is time to stop being nice then, destroy them.

She has always been holding on to the thinnest thread.

You do not have to do things like everyone else. You just have to do things, being authentic to yourself.

I am learning to sit in the chaos. I am learning to sit with the discomfort that the chaos brings me.

I am really proud of who I am becoming. I find myself more aware of my damaging patterns. I find myself more careful with my care. I am...

I wonder how I will feel when I look back upon these times. As the years pass, everything changes. Which is reassuring that I will...

Nothing is ever permanent. The universe is always shifting, forever changing.

I am not a second option. I am the option. If there ever comes a time where you pick differently, do not think that you can head back so...