By Jay Douglas

You can’t keep living in yesterday’s storm and expect today’s sun to feel warm.  Heal. Move.  Because the past isn’t home.  It’s a hallway and you’ve been camping there for to long.  See the brain loves loops.  It replays trauma like a favorite playlist not because it likes the song but because it’s terrified to skip ahead. That’s why healing feels like betrayal at first.  Your nervous system doesn’t trust silence after years of noise. And heres’ the truth: The past doesn’t even exist anymore.  It’s a museum your mind keeps buying tickets for.  And every time you walk back in you mistake the exhibit for real life. Even God doesn’t live in what was.  He said, “Behold, I make all things new.”  Not some, not later—NOW. And if Heaven itself refuses to recycle yesterday, why should you?  Let’s be real, you’ve got things to do, dreams to chase, life doesn’t stop just because your heartbreak did so stop checking the rear view like the road behind you is going to suddenly change.  I remember carrying old pain like luggage, dragging it through new doors.  Every conversation felt heavier because yesterday’s baggage was sitting in today’s chair, and one day it hit me: I wasn’t building a life, I was building a museum of my own hurt.  Holding on your past is like watching reruns and still getting mad at the plot twists.  You already know how it ends so why are you still yelling at the screen?  Real talk, the streets don’t care about what-if’s.  Life keeps moving, either you walk with it or you get left behind replaying losses while everyone else is playing for keeps.  You’re trying to grow roots in ashes.  But ashes can’t hold you.  They’re just reminders that fire once lived there.  If you want fruit, you need fresh soil.  And I get it.  Letting go feels like losing a part of yourself. But healing isn’t erasing the past it’s carrying the wisdom forward without dragging the wound.  You’ve got too much ahead of you to keep bowing down to what’s behind you.  Move.  Dream. Run. Because your future is starving for the version of you that isn’t stuck rehearsing pain.  Breathe this in for a second: What would life feel like if you stopped living in the reruns and actually stepped into the premier?  Your spirit was never meant to orbit your scars. God gave you new mercies every morning for a reason. Every sunrise is proof you’re supposed to move forward.  So heal. Move, because the past had it’s turn.  Now it’s yours.  Jay Douglas.