Chaos with Cait

When the world feels too loud, and too heavy with words like results and recurrence, I close my eyes and go back to my safe place. The wind knows me there, It wraps around my shoulders like an old friend, smelling of rain and possibility. The sky opens wide soft, shimmering, endless. And suddenly, I remember what it means to be more than a diagnosis. Here I am made of color again, of wild grass and unbroken laughter. My feet forget the ache of earth here, and my chest rememb

I speak fluent hush, and the deep of the night understands me. The moon knows exactly what I mean, even when I choose to say nothing at all.

The thaw doesn’t happen all at once, because our bodies learn warmth in whispers. A fingertip twitches, your breath deepens. And then, finally the air softens around your being.

I don’t just want connection I crave it, like oxygen that I’ve somehow learned to ration.

Reality haunts me, but my dreams keep me alive.

Self love is not a luxury, it is your birthright. A promise that you will always belong to yourself first.

There is magic in the way that I forgive myself.