Christine Hoskin
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Stories (12/0)
The Number One Suspect
The fury that has built inside me while waiting on a toxicology report to finalize is a raging blue fire. Minds wander and accusations are made. The imagination the human population has the ability to conjure up is outstanding. One becomes the gossip of the town when there is an unknown, especially when the unknown is a cause of death. It is difficult to remain patient when a twist in the plot develops through gossip.
By Christine Hoskinabout a month ago in Families
Death is a Newborn
I am nearing the two-month marker of my husband's passing. I continue to cry frequently, sometimes I am able to choke it back down, other times it floods. There are days that I am still crippled and cannot remove myself from my bed. There are days that I conquer the dishes and Swiffer mop the floor. I am still in shock. It still doesn't feel real. I look at pictures and I am numb. Videos. Numb. It is excruciating to be numb when you know how much pain you are actually in.
By Christine Hoskinabout a month ago in Families
A Moment of Desperation
On my second day of working in the office, instead of remotely, it went well. I came in with make-up on planning to do my best not to shed those tears and even had a few laughs. I still wasn't able to concentrate though. My mind has been consumed by Jeff's death and all of the what-ifs.
By Christine Hoskin2 months ago in Families
Ashes to Ashes
I had been avoiding picking up my husband's ashes for a while now; I was scared to. I didn't know how heavy he would be, what he would be packaged in, or how I would feel once he was in my hands. Today was the day though and while it was excruciating...he is home now.
By Christine Hoskin2 months ago in Families
Accepting Help
This week has been hard and it is only Wednesday. I am tired. Really, really tired. At this point, if I could just stop everything in my life to just sleep, and it not affect anything, I would. Trying to grieve and raise three children is quite difficult. I am sure with time that will begin to ease. Even though that scares me...because it means I am fine living without my husband...and I'm NOT fine.
By Christine Hoskin2 months ago in Families
A Few Weeks After
A few years ago, I started to open up about my emotional battle. During these unfortunate circumstances, I am learning even more about myself than I had previously discovered. The biggest discovery this time, is self-acceptance. This is me. Raw. Uncut. My Life. β¦and that is Fan-Fricking-Tastic.
By Christine Hoskin2 months ago in Families
Letter to Myself
Dear Christine, Last year was life-changing for you. You changed your career and have taken off in both your personal and professional life. I expect that in this New Year, you are going to succeed in accomplishing goals that have been on your list for a long time.
By Christine Hoskin2 years ago in Humans
I Stayed
I was with my children's father for eleven years, five of those we were married. He began cheating on me 3 months into our relationship, but I continued to give him chance after chance. I believed his apologies and sorrows for his ways. I thought if I just toughed out his immature days, it would surely improve. I legitimately believed that I could gear his focus to me instead of others and that since we had children it could all work out.
By Christine Hoskin2 years ago in Humans
Physical Attributes of Anxiety
You may believe you understand anxiety, but what you donβt realize is that everyone's experience is different. I did not used to have this disorder; I only suffered from major depression. Now, over the past two years, anxiety has presented itself rapidly in my life. It has grown to affect my daily tasks.
By Christine Hoskin2 years ago in Psyche
The Truth Behind The Wall
We all care about what others think of us, no matter how masked you present your feelings about it, we all secretly crave to be liked. The internet has progressed tremendously since the AOL dial-up I had growing up. I can still hear the dial-tone now! I used to chat with my friends (when I was allowed) and I loved having a creative username that made me look βcoolβ. I was excited when we graduated from Myspace to Facebook. I was even more elated when it came about because I had a college email that allowed me to participate. Those rules have progressed as well.
By Christine Hoskin2 years ago in Humans
