Some people show up armed with passive aggression like it’s some kind of stealth mission. They sigh. They make vague comments. They hit you with the classic, “Oh, it’s fine,” when it is very obviously not fine. Meanwhile, I was not built for psychological hide-and-seek. You say, “Some pe

Mental illness is sold to us like a staircase. One step. Then another. Then another. A neat little journey from Point A to Point B. That is a lie. Mental illness is a rabbit hole. One day you’re standing in your kitchen looking for your phone. The next you’re questioning every d

I sleep just fine knowing some people don’t like me. In fact, I sleep so well I’m starting to think their disapproval might be a natural sleep aid. Somewhere out there, a grown adult is lying awake at 2:17 a.m. replaying something I said three years ago, conducting a full forensic investigati

Hey everyone, I'm excited to share a few quirky and interesting facts about myself with you all! #gettoknowme

My WIP gives me emotional whiplash on a level that should probably qualify as a medical condition. Explain to me why I can spend months creating a character, designing their personality, choosing their trauma, handcrafting their flaws, writing their dialogue, controlling every single decision th

I’ve visited 17 states in the United States! And my favorite states are Texas, Louisiana, Nevada, Wisconsin and Florida. #statesivebeento

My road name is Juggalette because “well-adjusted member of society” was apparently already taken. I didn’t choose the chaos. The chaos saw me standing in a parking lot somewhere between a nervous breakdown and a spiritual awakening and said, “Yeah. That’s one of ours.” Juggalette isn’t a nic

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there. Today we celebrate years of hard work, unconditional love, terrible dad jokes, and the single most successful evacuation of a nut sack in human history. Whether you’re changing diapers, teaching life lessons, grilling food with unnecessary confide

Happy Father’s Day to my dad, who is unfortunately celebrating from the most exclusive gated community imaginable. Not gonna lie, Father’s Day is weird when your dad has been gone for years. Every year I find myself wanting to call you, tell you what’s happening, ask your opinion, and then remem

Happy Father’s Day to my husband, my best friend, my partner in crime, and the man who somehow survives living in a house full of strong-willed women. Mike, you’ve spent years being outnumbered, overruled, and occasionally blamed for things that were absolutely not your fault. Yet somehow you ke

📚✨ OFFICIAL BOOK RELEASE ✨📚 After months of writing, reliving memories, shedding tears, and telling the truth I spent years trying to hide, I am incredibly proud to announce the release of my memoir: 🖤 THE GIRL WHO STAYED 🖤 By Jessica Champion This is not a work of fiction. This is my

I am what happens when life keeps sending storms and the storm gets tired of losing. I am equal parts graveyard and wildfire, stitched together from old scars, impossible losses, terrible decisions I somehow survived, and enough spite to keep a small country running for decades. I don’t break an

I’ve survived the kind of pain that changes people. I’ve buried people I loved. I’ve fought addiction. I’ve battled my own mind. I’ve sat in doctor’s offices hearing things I didn’t want to hear. I’ve carried grief so heavy it felt like a second skeleton. I’ve been broke, broken,

📚✨ OFFICIAL RELEASE ANNOUNCEMENT ✨📚 I am beyond excited to announce that The Soul Seeker and the Shadow King is officially available now on Amazon Kindle! What began as a story in my imagination became a world filled with magic, shadows, sacrifice, destiny, and a love powerful enough to chall

✨📖 COMING SOON TO AMAZON KINDLE 📖✨ Some stories are read. Some stories haunt you long after the final page. The Soul Seeker and the Shadow King is almost here. Step into a world of ancient magic, living shadows, impossible choices, and a love powerful enough to challenge fate itself. Fo

When people tell me they don’t like me, I don’t cry. I don’t argue. I don’t start a PowerPoint presentation titled “Reasons Jessica Is Actually Delightful.” No. I put on my glasses. I squint real hard. I search the room. I check under the couch cushions. I look in my purse.

I swear nobody prepares you for perimenopause. They tell you about menopause like it’s some distant event that happens to Other People, and then one day you’re standing in your kitchen wondering why your body just transformed into a malfunctioning space heater. One minute you’re fine. The nex

Being the child of an addict is a lot like growing up in a house with a smoke alarm that never stops screaming. Eventually, you stop hearing it. But your nervous system never does. One minute Mom is laughing. The next she’s crying. Dad promises he’ll be at your game. Then he isn’t. Somebod

One thing I’ve learned is that some of the most sincere people you’ll ever meet are addicts in recovery. Not because addiction is admirable. It isn’t. But because recovery has a way of ripping every ounce of bullshit out of a person. You can’t heal while lying to yourself. You can’t rebuil

Some days I understand why witches lived in the woods. Humanity is exhausting. Every time I think we’ve reached peak ridiculousness, someone grabs a shovel and starts digging. People will lie, cheat, bully, manipulate, and then act offended when they’re held accountable. We’ve got grown adult