Kate Didd

There’s a very specific kind of chaos that only looks cute from far away. Not Instagram cute. Not “throw a filter on it and call it healing” cute. I mean real chaos. The kind that smells like cold coffee, sounds like your own thoughts getting louder than the music, and looks like a woman throwing…

Hey there, it’s me again. The girl with a suitcase full of questions and a heart that refuses to stay quiet. The one who keeps wandering off the map only to realize. I am the map now. I didn’t think I’d be here yet. But I’ve never been a woman of proper timing, more like…

There is a particular kind of haunting that does not live in old houses or beneath floorboards. It lives in mirrors. Mine used to be cruel. Not in the obvious way, no shattered glass, no ghostly fingerprints, but in the quiet, devastating way of recognition. I would look at her, the woman standing there, and…

What the absolute fuck is life? That’s the question echoing in my skull as I sit in the parking lot of a therapist’s office I am currently attending three days a week like it’s a part-time job where the dress code is emotional excavation and the pay is existential confusion. And it’s not even my…

From the outside looking in, my husband might be one of the most boring men on the planet. I mean it sincerely. No dramatic entrances. No chaotic friends spilling whiskey and bad decisions into our living room. No slammed doors or midnight disappearances that leave you wondering which version of the man you married is…

There is a very specific moment in adulthood where you look at the man standing in your kitchen the one holding your kindergartener and a cup of coffee he forgot to drink and you think: Well. I did actually choose this person. And then you sit with it for a second. And if you’re lucky,…

You know I like to take lessons in life from the world’s hardest, most misunderstood people. The ones everyone else writes off. The ones who sit in the corner of a room like a cracked mirror, reflecting back everything they don’t want to see about themselves. I find them fascinating. To me it’s almost scientific.…

There are mornings when the universe whispers. Soft little nudges. Coincidences. A feather in your path. A green light when you’re late. And then there are mornings like this one, when the universe kicks open the door, slams a clipboard onto the table, and says: “Alright, ma’am. Enough flirting with chaos. We’re staying on course…

For a long time I believed I had simply chosen poorly. But that wasn’t the truth. We had chosen each other when we were younger and far less equipped for the storms that life eventually delivered. Trauma, grief, stress, exhaustion, those things do not politely knock. They bulldoze communication until two people who once spoke…

Have you ever met the adult equivalent of a toddler? You know the one. You say, “Don’t do that.” And they immediately do exactly that thing while staring directly into your soul like a raccoon knocking over a trash can just to see what happens. I have met several of them. We call them narcissists…