A divorced dad talks about letting go of anger and regret after a breakup. He uses a river metaphor: clinging to emotional pain is like carrying stones that eventually drag you under. The message is simple: stop dwelling or you'll sink.
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But the longer you hold on, the heavier it gets. It's time. It's time. It's time to stop dwelling. Stop dwelling on the breakup. Now I know, I know, this sounds damn near impossible. Maybe even insulting. Some of you hear that and think, easy for you to say. You don't know how bad she hurt me. You don't know how much I gave. You don't know how deep the pain cuts. And I get it. Believe me, I get it. I've been there. Here's the hard truth. The more you dwell, the more you drown. Picture this. Really picture this. You're standing in a river and you're clutching this huge stone. The stone is your breakup and every fight, every betrayal, every what if. You hold it because it feels like it's part of you. But the longer you hold on, the heavier it gets. And eventually the knees start to buckle and the current rises. And eventually you sink. That's what dwelling does. What stones have you been carrying? Is it anger, regret, loneliness?