Meet The Dumpster Fire

Hi, my name is Jessi and I’m an addict. 

 

Oh shit, we’re not in a narcotics anonymous meeting. 

 

Sorry about that. Let’s try this again. 

 

Hi, my name is Jessi. 

• I’m 30-something years old. 

• I like my men dressed in black with chains and tattoos and my women in doc martens and fishnets telling me to get on my knees. 

• You will earn my heart by making me laugh about my trauma and giving me a small bag of mini pepperoni. 

• I was never taught how to be a functioning human being by the people who were supposed to teach me. 

• Motherhood came as a surprise but it’s been one of the most important things that have happened. Learning how to softly and gently say "cut the shit" has been a great asset to my life. 

• Clean but not sober is how I tell people I used to do heroin but I still smoke weed. I give y’all credit if you go through life raw-dogging reality. I tried it once, not my thing. 

• I self-identify as Evan Kelmp and have never felt more seen than The JunkMother. (My Dimension20 baddies will understand)

• My last breath I would gladly give if it meant your right to be exactly who you are and love whom you love was no longer a political war topic. Not only would my last breath be for you, but I would also physically take down anyone who would try to take those rights from you. Though funnily enough I can’t tell the waiter my food isn’t good, phone calls give me crippling anxiety, and I can’t ask a store employee for help. 

 

Tl:dr

I am a dumpster fire filled with dualities and contradictions, I am just as confused as you are. 

 

Hopefully, I can help you giggle or at the very least give you a break from your life for a few minutes.