Chaos with Cait

In the hush of morning light my teacup steams like a potion, whispering warmth into my palms. On some days, sidewalk cracks bloom with brave little flowers, tiny guardians of forgotten magic. Even the wind that wandering storyteller tucks secrets into my hair as I pass. And when the sun slips low, turning windows into molten gold, I remember. I remember that life doesn’t need grand miracles to be extraordinary. Life only needs one thing. And that is a heart, a heart that is w

Sleep is not rest for me. Sleep is just my quieter version of drowning.

My life feels like a sketch, erased and redrawn. Time and time again. Starting over somehow always feels inevitable. But, I know that there are lines of me out there, still searching for their shape. Even if, they have been lost, for some time in the constant scribble and erase.

Hope feels too bright for these hands, but I keep reaching anyway.

Half gone, half becoming like every secret I’ve ever kept.

I have walked through silence and made peace with it. I have known stillness so long, it became my language. But today my body dances because my breath feels like song. The air moves through me as if we were dancing the tango. I am not who I was before the storm. I am quieter now, but stronger for it. I move with care, but also with wonder like someone seeing color for the first time. I have learned that survival is not the same as living. And living, oh, it is such a brave t

Surrender is not the ending we were taught to fear. Surrender is actually the soft unthreading of the fight that once kept us alive. Surrender is just the body whispering to please rest now. Surrender is grace arriving right on time. And, not with triumph but with open hands. To surrender is to remember that strength has many faces, and sometimes it can look like stillness. Surrender is choosing peace over proving, it is trusting that what’s meant for you does not need to be