From the Ramblings on Solitude collection, made for you is an offering — a reflection on the emotional cost of molding yourself into something more digestible for someone else.
This piece holds the tenderness of becoming, but also the quiet unraveling that happens when you realize the version of you they loved wasn’t the whole one. It speaks to the tension between being chosen and being truly seen — and the moment that tenderness turns into self-abandonment.
“I soon found myself unable to control my emotions.”
Not a warning. Not a regret. Just the truth of what happens when you shrink for too long, when your love runs deeper than your capacity to be unmet.
It’s a portrait of what it feels like to give too much and realize it wasn’t yours to give away in the first place.
From the Ramblings on Solitude collection, made for you is an offering — a reflection on the emotional cost of molding yourself into something more digestible for someone else.
This piece holds the tenderness of becoming, but also the quiet unraveling that happens when you realize the version of you they loved wasn’t the whole one. It speaks to the tension between being chosen and being truly seen — and the moment that tenderness turns into self-abandonment.
“I soon found myself unable to control my emotions.”
Not a warning. Not a regret. Just the truth of what happens when you shrink for too long, when your love runs deeper than your capacity to be unmet.
It’s a portrait of what it feels like to give too much and realize it wasn’t yours to give away in the first place.
