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Hi I'm Hannah

I love wool socks, lemons, and being monochromatic. I have a lifetime struggle with depression, and I'm a mormon.

About Me

I love being outside, and I would sleep under the stars every night if I could. I grew up out of town, and when I was sad or upset, I would walk out the front door and hike up the mountain, or run down it to the pond where I would lay on my back and breathe, taking in all of God's creation. Being with the simple beauties of the earth reminds me that I am a daughter of God. I love thrifting--it is wonderful to find something beautiful with a history and a past. I starting buying my clothing at thrift stores because it was cheaper, but over time it has become a way to relieve stress (hunting for treasures in the recesses of a dim, musty store is really quite romantic). My brothers are my best friends, although they complain that I am very bad at maintenance--changing lightbulbs, checking the oil, and vacuuming. In the last year I have finally accepted that I have mental illness, and have begun the process to heal and learn to function in spite of my disability. In some ways it has become more difficult, but during this time I have felt the love of my Heavenly Father. I have found that as I trust in the love of Christ, and move forward, acting in faith, I am happy enough.

Why I am a Mormon

I grew up in the church, but my family didn't always live the way we knew we should. It was a rocky existence. We would go through phases where attending church was important-- but then we'd taper off, and find ourselves spending our Sundays working in the garden or just hanging out. I'm not mad at my parents--we ever did anything that was super wicked--we tried to be good. Everyone in the church has a set of struggles, I'm just not sure we tried too hard to overcome ours. When I was twelve I made a new friend at church. It was one of those instant friendships. We did all of the things that typical twelve-year-olds do: night games, jumping on the trampoline, and going to the pool. BUT THERE WAS MORE I never heard her parents yell, and my friend rarely fought with her brothers. They prayed as a family every night. And it was during one of those prayers that I realized their family was different than mine. I set the goal to never miss church again. I told my parents, and they stepped it up, but it didn't last. For a period of time between 15 and 17 I went by myself. That was hard. I often felt lonely and different. But when I was at church I felt loved. I knew that God was proud of me. I'm not perfect and I've made mistakes just like the everyone else. What I've found is that if I live as best I can like Jesus, I'm at peace. I've chosen to seek Him. Through reading the Book of Mormon and praying about it, I discovered that this is Christ's church, and this truth is precisely why being a mormon makes me so happy.

How I live my faith

I just try to be a good girl. Sometimes it is very difficult for me to see outside myself, but I daily ask my Father to bless me with the emotional capacity to help someone else. I find that as I provide small services for my brothers and sisters, a smile, a ride to the store, someone to talk to, I feel more like Jesus Christ. I know that my illness is temporary, and even if I do not have the opportunity to live a life without it, I know that as I love and treat others the way that Christ would, I will be happy.