Chaos with Cait

Some nights the moon feels closer than life’s answers.

Love is true even when people are not. Love waits beyond the noise for those who keep believing

The plan unraveled. And what’s left, is the quiet thrill of beginning again.

This is for the ones who went still. To the ones who turned to quiet when the world grew too sharp to touch and, to the hearts that learned to beat softly, so no one would hear their fear. This is for the bodies that mistook stillness for safety, because sometimes it was. You were not weak, you were wise. You slowed yourself to survive the storm, you hid your light to protect the flame. And though the world called it retreat, I call it endurance. Because even frozen, you were

They told me to shrink, so I became wildfire instead.

If the cards had fallen differently, I might have been soft. Perhaps I would have been a young lady who bloomed without the fire, a girl who laughed more than she cried. If the cards had fallen differently, maybe I would trust the morning to keep its promises. Maybe my mother would have stayed sober long enough to teach me how to love gently. Maybe my father would have shown up and stayed long enough for me to believe I was worth staying for. Maybe my body would not have betr

Your worth was never up for debate. Not then, not now, not ever. Do you hear me?

Little flame, I see you. I see you shivering beneath the weight of a world too heavy for your small, bright hands. You thought the breaking was your becoming, that pain was proof you were unworthy of magic. But listen here, you were never the ruin you were always the spark. Every time you cried into the dark, something ancient whispered back to you. Every time you thought you were alone, your future self was screaming through the cracks, for you to hold on. You are going to g

I have learned that fear and growth speak in the same voice at first. And only after surviving them did I understand how they choose to follow one another, how they love to coexist with each other two separate messengers, both ready to offer me different things.

Somewhere inside me, a wildflower refuses to die. She keeps blooming in every season wild beautiful And mysteriously.

Love arrived the moment I stopped reaching, and finally started getting comfortable receiving. Only then was I able to anchor.

I don’t know the ending, but the beginning keeps unfolding beneath my feet. And I don’t care if the only applause, comes from me.

The world moves on, but I stay still like a ghost afraid of being seen. Can you see me? Can I even see me?

yes to rest yes to rising late yes to gold hoops and silence yes to leaving before it hurts yes to softness yes to flame yes to not explaining why yes to what I love yes to who I am yes to who I’ve yet to become yes to every no, that saved my life yes to me.

Little one, you were never given fair odds. The deck was stacked with empty bottles, missing footsteps, and a body that broke before it bloomed. But hear me, you are not the weight of what went wrong, you are the proof that life can grow in impossible soil. Yes, your mother’s absence left a hunger that still lingers. Yes, your father’s silence taught you that you should mirror him. And yes, your body has carried you to battles that you never asked to fight. But still, you kep

Hope is really just fear, that learned how to keep walking. So I started moving and then started dancing. Before I knew it, I was skipping and laughing.

The night keeps secrets for me, tucks them into the folds of the stars and hums lullabies to me. The darkness gathers the frayed edges of my thoughts and smooths them with cool and patient hands. In the hush of the darkness, I can finally breathe deep, and unafraid. The night wraps itself around me like a familiar blanket, soft with understanding, yet heavy with everything I’ve dared not speak. And without question, the darkness listens for me returning each evening as promis

I smile so no one asks, I crack jokes and try to make people laugh but my eyes still ache from holding back the flood.

Somewhere, my younger self is dancing barefoot in the life I built for her.

Love is the light that answers back, when fear finally stops speaking. A quiet glow across the soul that waits beneath the noise of doubt.