The Only Good Day Was Yesterday. You wake up, and even before getting… | by Faiqa Jan | Jul, 2025

You wake up, and even before getting out of bed, there’s this weight. Like something’s off — even if nothing big happened. You make tea, check your phone, look out the window… and this one thought lingers:
“The only good day was yesterday.”

I’ve been feeling that a lot lately.

Not because yesterday was actually amazing — but because it’s over. It’s done. It’s known. Today feels like a question mark. Like walking in fog.

I keep going back to the time I was working at the college. It wasn’t perfect — long hours, office politics, always trying to prove something. But at least I had a purpose. I had a routine, a title. I mattered somewhere. Then one day, a disagreement — standing up for what I thought was right — and just like that, everything was gone. Terminated. Just a small moment, and everything changed.

At the time, I thought, “This is awful.”
But now? I think Some days just hit different.
back and miss those days. Even the stressful ones.

Or when my kids were smaller. I was always stressed out. Half unconscious, handling tantrums and diapers. But now, when I hear the silence in the house, part of me misses that noise. That version of me — tired, emotional, messy — she was alive. She was needed.

Now, the days blend together. Some feel empty. Some feel heavy.
And I keep wondering… was yesterday really better, or does it just feel safer because I already survived it?

Maybe we all carry our own yesterdays like that.
Not because they were perfect, but because they’re ours. They’re familiar. We already know how the story ends.

Today? It’s still being written.
It’s uncomfortable. It’s quiet. It’s uncertain.

But maybe — just maybe — one day I’ll look back and realize:
“That day — the one I thought was boring or hard — that was a good one too.”

And maybe today is that kind of day.

Written by Faiqa Jan
A mother, a woman who spoke up, and someone still figuring it all out — one day at a time.