Chaos with Cait

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,...

I am becoming a mosaic of every cracked moment that tried to shatter me. I was born into chaos where silence meant tension, and love had...

I do not write of joy often because joy has not sat with me lately. Not the way sorrow has. Not the way silence knows my name. I have...

Life didn’t ask. It just arrived loud, unruly, and without warning. It came with fists full of breakage and a mouthful of lessons I never...

If I could just swallow my pride, everything would be alright. The silence wouldn’t stretch so long, the nights wouldn’t hum with...

I know I am deserving of soft mornings and open doors of joy that stays, not just brushes past. I know I carry a heart made of gold, even...

Please be patient with me. I am picking up the pieces of a story I didn’t ask to break. Some days, I hold them like glass sharp with...

There are so many things that I will never get back. There’s a handful of people I will never connect the same with. So many...

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

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.

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.

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....