9 things I’ve learned

Earlier this month I turned the grand old 19.  With that comes nothing but good memories that I shared with some of my closest friends that I’ve made since being at college. Over the years though, I have felt like I have learned a thing or two from either just living or my mom, so here are 9 things that I have learned in 19 years.


Okay. Okay. I know that is something that I still do, but I would like to believe that it is something that I don’t do as often and when I do not to let it affect me for a long period of time. The small things that we often sweat about in ten years will be something that doesn’t even cross our minds.


Being someone that suffers from pretty bad anxiety and depression this is something that I have to remember to do daily and sometimes even multiple times a day. It’s extremely easy for me to just lay in my bed and not speak to anyone, but living in the real world I cannot simply do that.


This is something that can be taken many ways, but the way I am talking about isn’t romantic. It’s that person that you know that you can go to and they will always be there to talk to you. Finding that person or that group of people is hard trust me, but once you do it’s so worth it.


Again this is something that I am so bad at doing myself, but want to believe that I don’t do it as often. I do. Daily. I’m human I pick myself apart, but I try to start every day with a smile. I read somewhere once that if you look at yourself in the mirror and smile once you wake up you’re more likely to have a better day.


This is something that I only recently learned that helps me. Finding that one thing you just love unconditionally that will always be there is so helpful in my low days. It can be your pet, an animal, a certain shirt, or whatever. Personally, the thing I love are sloths. Anytime I look at them I instantly become so happy.


The little things in life are things that sometimes I and many others overlook, but taking the time to stop and take them in and look at them is something that really makes a difference. Sometimes for me, it can be as simple as using a certain mug in the mornings, or someone letting me over when I miss my turn.


PUT. YOURSELF. FIRST. I know life is busy and you don’t want to do it, but putting yourself first and doing life for yourself sometimes is the best thing that you can do. Remember you cannot give it you’re all if you’re not giving yourself your all.


Spewing hate everywhere is something that not only is extremely to do, but it is so toxic for you to do. Doing that puts hate in your mind and makes you not want to think happy or give happy vibes off.


Be you. Be the person that when you wake up in the mornings you don’t hate. Be someone that you’re proud to tell your grandma about. The kind of person that you would want your future kids to be friends with. Stay true to how you know you are and don’t change to fit the social norms. It’s never worth it. Trust me.

XOXO Hannah Jane


overwhelmed, overstretched, but trying to live my best life.

The best years and times of your life are often the ones that are the most overwhelming. Personally I am someone that gets overwhelmed easily. The littlest things can overwhelm me and its a day by day thing that I deal with. Since that is something that I deal with and I am personally okay with dealing with on my own, no one knows that it goes on.

Being someone that is incredibly independent and has gone through depression, anxiety, has panic attacks and deals with it all on my own, I do not ask for help easily. So often in fact the only time I ask for help is when I’m at my rock bottom and cannot rely on myself anymore. Life is overwhelming me, and I cannot break the never ending cycle of self hate. Thankfully I have not had an episode like this in college (yet) but I’m trying to be some what proactive about it. In the same breathe I am someone that always wants to help and never says so to helping someone out. I’ve overstretched myself so many times in my life already that at this point it is a normal thing for me to do. I rarely say no to someone that needs help with anything from doing their hair and makeup or writing a paper for them on top of all of my papers. I guess you could say that I have a nurturing soul in that aspect.

Currently life and school are the most overwhelming things going on. More life than school. I don’t know how many people that read this blog have had or have parents that have been incredibly sick, but if you have or have had then you know that it is taxing. I avoid wanting to go home sometimes because I don’t like to face the reality that my dad is sick and not as strong as he used to be. A little background on my dad: he was born in the Philippines and came over when he was six years old and refused to speak English for a year because he wanted to go back and he was an airborne ranger, special forces in the army when he met my mom back in the 80’s. He’s a force whenever he walks into a room, so is my mom they are the definition of a power couple if you ask me. Granted my dad is about 5’6 he has the personality of someone that is 7’6. The force he has when is walks into a room is about the size of someone 7’6 so it works out well. My dad and I are basically the same person and due to that we clashed heads for so many years growing up, but eventually it evened out and now we just pick on each other about daily. Two summers ago he got insanely sick, that was the first time we almost lost him. There are certain days that us as humans can remember so vividly because of the significance that they have on us. That day is one that I don’t think I’ll ever forget. He was diagnosed with ulcerated colitis which in short the body thinks his colon is a foreign object and it is constantly trying to attack it and get rid of it. It was so bad that he got sepsis because his body was just so sick. He went into remission and was able to live with it pretty well. Then right before I left for school he got bad again. It started with bad shoulder pain and then leg pain. The day I moved into school the pain in his leg was so bad he couldn’t walk on it. I’ve never seen my dad in such pain ever in my life. I remember him telling me that he was going to move me in no matter what. He could barely walk up the stairs to my dorm room. Most parents were there all day move in day, but mine left once all of my stuff was in because he was in so much pain. That was Thursday. Saturday I went to work at my internship at Clemson University and my mom called me telling me that my dad was in emergency surgery to save his leg and ultimately his life. That was the fastest I’ve ever driven from Clemson to Greenville. I made the hour drive in 30 minutes. They were able to save my dad’s leg and remove the clot. Fast forward several weeks and my mom calls again saying my dad is having another emergency surgery because one of his incisions from the original surgery has infection. He’s currently there and watching him be in such pain is the worse pain I’ve ever experienced. My mom is wonder woman for sure.

Dealing with this is a huge reason on how I’m overwhelmed because I’m trying to make it seem that my life is fine and that everything is going okay when really it isn’t. At school I keep to myself because being someone that  deals with so much on my own anyways this is just another thing I throw onto the plate. So much piles on when dealing with this because being overwhelmed and stretched out too thin is a trigger with my anxiety and depression.

The whole point of this blog post is to show that, no, my life is not perfect. I do not have my life together. I try to be raw and real and open in these posts because I know that someone out that can relate to this is some sort of way and get hope from it. These times that we feel that we are drowning we are just one step closer to floating. At the time we don’t believe that, that is something that actually can make sense, but trust me it is. The dark times make the brighter ones so much brighter and joyous. Whatever is going on will get better, you deserve to see tomorrow just as much as the next person, God has a plan that is far greater than our vision can see, and if you think that you are alone ever just remember you’re not.