Hungry love.

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I’ve been writing a lot about anxiety recently for my book chapters. Without knowing it, anxiety is a bigger character in the story I am telling than I anticipated to be. 

I am writing this story with Lane’s permission. There aren’t many parts of Lane and my’s growing relationship that I’ve shared on the internet. I’ve been a blogger for 5 years now and so I have learned how important it is to separate your life from what is happening on the screen and what is taking place off of it. Relationships can easily be muddied up when two people are invested in the image of their relationship rather than the character of it.

My heart for every reader– as I write my truth– is that you will invest your life in a person who is more of a map to you than a story. Stories are beautiful but maps take you places. Remember to go, and see, and do. Put down your phone and live love out loud, not just through captions and tags. 


I knew really early on that Lane was my person. I wasn’t expecting it to happen that fast but it was our third date that made it clear to me: I was falling in love with this man. He cooked me scallops at his home. He showed up at the door with an easy smile and a flannel. He bought me a bottle of wine with a gold-glinted wrapping because he said the story of the wine, on the back of the bottle, was something I would like. It was all about roots and finding your home. We baked brownies and watched Garden state. It was the first time I knew I could build a life with this man.

It wouldn’t be true if I said it were that easy though. Even with this deep knowing in my gut that I’d found a man to cover my thin places, I had all this anxiety about fourth and fifth dates with Lane. He knows this. He knows that much of his security was met by my insecurity. I’d scripted this untrue story in my brain before I met him that I was never going to be certain when the right one was standing in front of me. I would never have a way of knowing. That story was dangerous because the more I told myself it, the harder it became to undo it. The story gained power. The story had momentum.


Anxiety will have a field day with whatever you feed it. Your anxiety is happy to feed on your love life, your relationships, your career, and your purpose in life. Your anxiety wants to be fed something substantial, something that matters most to you, so it can feel full and still hold a purpose in your brain.

Daily feeding my relationship with Lane to my anxiety was like going to the gym and then eating a number 7 from McDonald’s an hour later (I hope there is a number 7… I’m not so sure!). I would pray in the morning but, by 11am, the anxiety had hold of my brain. I never could have clear thoughts about Lane because I was only looking at our relationship with anxiety brain. I didn’t know at the time that anxiety can be managed.


I felt like I needed to write about this because a lot of us can so easily be governed by our feelings. We want to believe in our feelings but our feelings aren’t always accurate. They trick us. They distort truth. They want you to go on thinking you never need to tame them, fact check them, or test them. Feelings want to be followed. Falling in love is not about following a feeling, it’s about making a daily choice to pick one person and then following through.

I cannot claim to be able to cover all the grey area thats come with relationships. I know it’s not as simple as choosing a person and then never doubting. People choose us and then leave us all the time. It happens and we can’t control that. I never want to belittle those stories or make my story seem like it’s above that. However, the most pivotal point in our relationship was after another spell of doubt and fear that maybe I was making the wrong decision. I would have these doubts all the time. I would let the doubt tell me what it wanted and I would be left anxious and afraid as a result. Love is not about fear. The two don’t coexist. One has to live longer than the other. You decide whether you’re giving the oxygen mask to love or fear.


I had to make the decision, at that point in the relationship, to not feed Lane to the lions of anxiety in my head. I told Lane that yes, I had anxiety but it wasn’t towards him. I denounced the anxiety trying to come at Lane from every angle. I told the anxiety, “After tonight, this is not your home. You don’t get to live inside of this relationship anymore.”

I really said those things. I really kicked out the anxiety from the relationship and spent hours, in the next few weeks, continuing to kick it out. Every time it came back, looking for a home, I turned it away. I wanted Lane’s love for me to finally have the chance to be bigger than the fears I’d let half-love me my whole entire life.

You are allowed to starve out your anxiety and leave it homeless. It’s hard work. It’s constant work. It might not completely release but you can start to make baby steps and micro choices towards choosing what you allow your anxiety to feed off of.

It’s Monday. There are precious things we get each day. We get to the be the stewards of people and things we don’t deserve. You could keep feeding your anxiety or you could look up and see that love is hungry too. Love is hungry to come through the doors and make the comfort food on the stove.

Don’t be afraid to let love in. Don’t be too scared to let love eat.

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12 thoughts on “Hungry love.

  1. So perfectly timed, as I, too, remind my self what is true. Cheers to starving our fears and feeding love all the comfort food it can take. Grateful for your light in the world.

  2. This one hits very close to home, HB. Thank you for sharing. Maybe I’ll have a little more courage to face my anxiety head on; and push her to the side, so that I can move forward. ❤

  3. This was my life in my last relationship. I was diagnosed with anxiety during the relationship and the boyfriend at the time was the one who was there who it all, so I just assumed he got it. I would struggle with anxiety in every other part of my relationship but just let whatever it was loose with him because, well, he was there for me and didn’t leave to he must not mind it. It’s important for me to read this and know it’s possible because I know it’s going to be a struggle for the rest of my life.

  4. Dear Hannah, Thank you for the transparency of this piece. Anxiety is something that I struggle with. I have improved over the years, but a lot of times It is still there. It has gotten in the way of my whole life, it has ruined relationships and friendships, and has ruined what should should have been some of the most joyful experiences of my life. Ok, maybe not as drastic as that might sound, I have a wonderful life, I am happy and am very thankful for what I have. But a lot of my time is spent fighting with my anxiety. It is something that I want to let go of, especially in the realms of relationships and love. Honestly, it has been about 7 years since I was last in a relationship, I do believe that part of the reason I have been single for so long is that A. I just haven’t met him yet and B. is because of the anxiety I had during the last relationship that I was in. I feel like I have much more “control” over my emotions and anxiety as a single woman, then when I am in a relationship with someone and the possibility of that relationship leading to love, or not love lingers in the air.

  5. I’ve not read your blog for years, and that is clearly my loss. Beautifully written, tenderly personal, and a very balanced story. Happy for you Hannah!

  6. “Love is not about fear. The two don’t coexist. One has to live longer than the other. You decide whether you’re giving the oxygen mask to love or fear. ”

    MAN those are some good words. I experienced so much anxiety at the beginning of my relationship with my now fiancé. I hear you girl. There came a point where I had to choose whether I’d torture myself and battle anxiety all on my own, or if I’d let this man see my brokeness and pray for me to have God’s grace pour out on me.

    Thank you for sharing your post and being vulnerable. Words create community, and community directs our hear to communion with God.

  7. I just came across your TED talk and love your idea and what you do for complete strangers. I also struggle with anxiety from time to time and thanks for reminding me that it can only thrive if you keep on feeding it. Love your posts and will pop in again.

  8. Thank you for being honest and writing this! You articulate your experience beautifully. I tend to struggle with anxiety, especially when it comes to relationships…what you said about not giving fear a home is power! Good words my friend, good words!

  9. I read this a lot later than when this was originally posted but this really hit me. I’ve been worrying about every little detail of my life since forever but lately the worry has been directed at my relationship. I have been struggling with the exact same thing. Thank you for writing this, Hannah.

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