Yesterday has a way of staying with us.
It clings to the edges of our thoughts, slips quietly into our dreams, and whispers in the silence when the world around us seems still. No matter how far we walk, no matter how much time passes, yesterday carries its weight.

For me, that weight was you.
Every corner of my life was heavy with your absence. The places we once stood together seemed emptier than before. The laughter we shared turned into echoes. Even the sunlight felt colder because it no longer touched us both.

I carried you in every step, even when I told myself I was moving on.
I carried you in my anger — angry that you left, angry that I couldn’t stop you, angry that I still loved you despite it all.
I carried you in my sorrow — the tears that burned late into the night, the ache in my chest that no words could soothe.
And I carried you in my silence — the quiet moments when I pretended I was fine, when everyone believed I was strong, but inside I was crumbling under the invisible weight.

People tell you to let go.
They say time heals, that you just need to move forward, that the past is gone and should stay gone. But they don’t understand that yesterday is not just a memory — it is part of who you are. You can’t tear it out without tearing pieces of yourself away.

So I stopped trying to let go.
Instead, I learned to carry it differently.

The weight of yesterday is not always destruction. Sometimes it is the anchor that reminds you where you came from, the proof that you once lived, once loved, once risked your heart enough to be broken. It is heavy, yes, but it is also real. And reality, even painful, is better than emptiness.

Yesterday will always be with me. But it doesn’t have to crush me.
I am learning to hold it gently, to honor it without letting it dictate my every step. Yesterday is part of my story — but it is not the whole story.

The weight I carry reminds me of the strength I’ve gained. It whispers that I survived the nights I thought I wouldn’t. It tells me that pain is proof of love, and love, even lost, is proof of life.

So yes, yesterday is heavy.
But I am stronger than the weight.
And tomorrow, I will rise with it — not as a prisoner, but as someone who knows that every scar, every memory, every ache is part of what makes me whole.

Always and Forever

💬 Do you feel the weight of your yesterday? Share your story in the comments — your voice might remind someone else that they are not alone in their burden.