Chrisie Hopps
Bio
A twenty-something year old stream of consciousness just about scraping by in this horror-show called life.
Stories (9/0)
Country Roads
I always clung to this idea of my hometown, forcing myself to keep nostalgia alive even though I didn’t believe a word I was saying or thinking. I still catch myself doing it from time to time and I suppose it’s really a defense mechanism. I’ve had some of the most painful events of my life living in my new hometown and I don’t want to let myself think about this place fondly because of that. The sad fact is that the only reason my worst memories happened here is because it is my hometown and I did the vast majority of my growing up here.
By Chrisie Hopps3 years ago in Humans
Muddy Boots
Why are people buying shoes and not wearing them? I don’t know if it’s a 2020 trend or if I’ve only just noticed it but it drives me loopy when I see people freaking out about getting a bit of muck on their shoes. Is that not what shoes were designed to do? Get mucky so our feet don’t have to. If I’m going to spend a large sum of money on a pair of shoes, you’re damn right I’m going to get as many uses out of them as possible.
By Chrisie Hopps3 years ago in Styled
This One's For You
A letter to you, my mother. I’m sorry I could never be enough to make you smile again and I’m sorry that I never made you proud. I want the best for you in all that you do, I hope for your health and I pray for your happiness. You will never be alone in this life as long as you never forget me. I don’t have the world to give you, though I wish I could and I forgive you for the way you saw yourself in me. I don’t resent you for the hurt you rained down on me whilst you were trying to hurt yourself. I miss you, I miss the mother you were once capable of being for me and I know it’s coming back but I miss being a child and being something better to you than a broken fragment of being. My heart breaks for you in all that you’ve lost, your spark, your light, your life. It must be hard having a mind that your body can’t keep up with and I know how you’re feeling, the hopelessness in your soul knowing that no matter what you do, nothing will bring back the life you used to own. I wish I could give it all back to you, I wish that I could heal you and make you whole again and I wish life wasn’t so damn hard that you’re wondering how to make it from one day to another. I can’t give you much but I can give you my hope; it's all I have left.
By Chrisie Hopps3 years ago in Families
University Sucks
Film School: how to do all of the work and get none of the credit. I played my hand at getting into the film industry which in itself is a very difficult thing to do, though I would argue that it’s ten times harder to do if you’re a woman who doesn’t act. I did everything the way I was told to; I studied hard and worked hard pitching my ideas and trying to put them into practice. One thing they don’t tell you when you join your first film course is that the sexism starts here. Everything you pitch is deemed ‘too emotional’ due to your woman status, you get graded lower for the same standard of work your male counterparts are submitting and when the men in your group screw around and won’t do their share of the work, the responsibility is on you to get them to do their part.
By Chrisie Hopps3 years ago in Viva
I Need a 'House'
I would give a chunk of my right leg to have a doctor like Greg House (get it?). Now, I know he’s a colossal tool and he’s not exactly a people person but I would make a great puzzle for him to solve. I’ve been sick my entire life, or at least as long as I can remember and no one has ever been able to explain why or even take the time to try and find an explanation. I don’t need the pity of doctors treating me like a baby with a booboo, I need someone who wants to figure out anything thrown their way. I need someone with a need to solve things, I need someone who is fixated on facts and mysteries, I need House.
By Chrisie Hopps3 years ago in Longevity
Love you, always.
The kindest thing I could do for you was to say good-bye. I walked away when really, I was too young to make that decision but it was for the best and thankfully the next ten years proved that. You were always better off without me and I knew that and similarly, I was better for myself at a distance from everyone I loved. I didn’t leave because I hated or resented you, I left because I love you. I love you more than words alone could say and words are empty if actions don’t back them up.
By Chrisie Hopps3 years ago in Families
Just Be There
Have you ever experienced a difficult child or teenager? Are they your child? They may seem to want the world and more, but to them you are their world and what they’re craving is your attention and they’ll take it however they can get it. For some, this is by doing things around the house to get praise or cuddling you watching a film but for some, especially those who have parent(s) who work a lot or lots of siblings, this can be through fighting or getting in trouble. They may not necessarily want to be in trouble but it catches their parents attention and that’s what they are seeking.
By Chrisie Hopps3 years ago in Families
Light in the Dark
How do we come back from complete darkness? Someone’s got to switch a light on. Sometimes however, no one else can do that for you. Now you have to be your own light in the darkness; the spark that ignites the fire within you to just keep crawling forwards until one day you’re not crawling anymore, you’re running full speed into the unknown. When you’ve hit your lowest point, there’s nowhere else to go but up and it’s when you allow yourself to recognise that that you begin to rebuild.
By Chrisie Hopps3 years ago in Motivation
