Category: Winchester’s Journal

  • What I choose to keep

    There is a certain kind of hurt that is difficult to explain, especially when it comes from someone you never expected to hurt you. Sometimes we say no because we are simply not ready to share something. We may not have the words, or we may not feel comfortable explaining ourselves yet. Whatever the reason,…

  • The Weight of Feeling Dismissed

    Today, as I browsed through different blogs on different subjects, I found myself reflecting on my own experiences. Reading someone else’s story has a way of unlocking memories of my own. Some make me smile. Some make me laugh. Others quietly remind me of moments I thought had long since been tucked away. I could…

  • Over the Armrest

    As I was thinking about what to write next, one memory came back to me. It made me smile because I still remember it so clearly. It happened during one of my flights. I’ve always been weirdly comfortable traveling alone. There’s something freeing about navigating airports, finding my gate, and making my way from one…

  • The Rainbow Duck

    I’ve always attended birthday parties for family members while growing up, but I still remember the first birthday party I was invited to by a friend. It was held at a roller-skating rink, and to this day, I remember how much fun I had. One detail especially stands out. Instead of filling the goodie bags…

  • The Things That Happened While I Was Away

    Hello, I was fooling around with ChatGPT recently and asked it to describe who I am. The result was surprisingly interesting, so I thought I’d share it. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure what to write today. Writer’s block has been hanging around for a while. I know I’ve been pretty quiet over the…

  • Exhausted, healing, and still showing up

    In the beginning of January, 2025 of this year, I came up with the word, Optimistic for my word of the year. That word pretty much went through the window like it was a trash. There was many struggles, frustration, self-bullying, anxiety loads and I mean anxiety LOADS, and there are definitely depression tangle in…

  • September’s Storm: Pain, Validation, and Taking Back My Power

    September felt like a season of storms—waves of emotions crashing before I could catch my breath. In the middle of heartache, fear, and exhaustion, I also found unexpected moments of truth and validation. For years, I carried the weight of being dismissed, unheard, and told it was “all in my head.” But this month, the…

  • June, July and August, 2025

    Today is June 23rd and I felt the need to type to keep my mind occupied. There was so much have happened in June. I figure I would get ahead while I can. I have been going to physical therapy weekly for my sciatica. For several days, finally I am happy to report I’m off…