Chaos with Cait

I wake with questions settling on my skin like the morning frost, after a cold night’s freeze..

Even bruised, I believe in the kind of love that does not ask me to shrink.

Say her name before it is folded into statistics, before the news cycle sharpens its teeth and moves on. Renee Nicole Good was alive, in a body that deserved to keep breathing. America failed to protect that simple truth. ICE moves like a winter that never learned mercy. Cold policies. Cold hands. Cold distance between those who decide, and those who are disappeared by decision. This country keeps calling it order while chaos wears a badge. This country keeps calling it safet

Change doesn’t ask permission. Change bangs at the door until you remember how to open it.

I am allowed, to outgrow the versions of me that only knew survival. I am allowed, to become a brand new version of me.

The world asks for productivity, for proof and for performance. This is your reminder that rest is resistance, in a culture that worships depletion. This is your reminder that joy is rebellion, when despair is more convenient. And if all you did today was breathe and endure, know this Nothing else is required of you. You are already enough.

The path is crooked, but my breath still makes music on the climb. With each step, my lungs decide the tempo even when life claps on the wrong count.