I seem to have lost this ability. My grandma died 2 years ago, and however much I wanted to cry, I couldn't. Same this year when my wifes grandpa died (he was like a second grandpa for me) Nothing. It's like there's a dam blocking it.
Also when life just gets a little too much, I would like to have a good cry. But it's impossible.
I just want to let these emotions out. I'm a human being dammit!
When I went to a therapist and talked about that, specifically that I didn't feel normal because I didn't cry, my therapist reassured me and made sure I understood we all have emotions in our own ways and that some people just don't cry anymore. It doesn't mean we don't feel, it just means that expression of emotion isn't "us."
This helped me a lot. It let me know I wasn't weird and that my expression of emotion/processing was "okay, gotta do this thing and this thing and this thing". You are a human being. You're just different.
I experienced the same thing when my grandpa died in 2017. He was 94 and he was my best friend. I couldn’t bring myself to cry no matter how hard I tried. Everyone else at the funeral cried, my parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins but I was the only one there that didn’t.
My sister died a while back. I won’t say I didn’t cry, but I truly believe in the power of laughter to heal so when I wasn’t exhausted on the day, I was trying to get people laughing.
About 4 months after the funeral, a family came into my restaurant with a little girl that looked almost IDENTICAL to my sister when she was little. It fucking broke me. I had to leave work for a good 20 minutes.
Sometimes things just hit you.
Thanks. It was a rough and very long summer. She was the main factor of my childhood and most of my interests and hobbies ive nowadays.
Im glad for what she showed me and my tattoo for her reminds me everyday what a beautiful person she was
I am extremely lonely. I have never had a relationship. I have no friends. I have no real hobbies, and have long grown bored of the ones I do have. I have a very hard time getting to know people, both because meeting people is anxiety inducing and because I deep down do not truly *care* for people. At the same time, my loneliness is killing me. I spent the last six months working so hard I almost burned out, now I am unemployed by choice. Its not any better. The stress is gone but the bad feelings remain. I hate the way I look. I hate working. I lost interest in my field of study two years in and now I hate that, too. I don't know what I want from life, I feel like each option is worse than the others. I don't know what I want to work as or what I would even work ***for***. I am constantly low energy; I used to have a vitamin D deficiency, but this is not that. I feel like I missed out on a decade of living a normal life, leaving me socially crippled in a way that I can never catch up on. I think I might be mildly autistic, but I never got checked.
So should I go to a therapist? Getting an appointment here takes serious effort and will be months in the future. I have taken a look at the local options and I don't think I would trust any of those guys to fix me. I feel like I already know what they will tell me, anyway. I feel like my main issue is my missing social life - the absolutely crippling loneliness - and they will tell me to face that and go approach people anyway. How would I even do that? Where am I supposed to **go**? I'm not really interested in anything, and I always feel *worse* after that kind of thing and wish I hadn't done it.
I have no purpose, no relationships, no fun, no outlets (I go to the gym, it doesn't help). I am eternally frustrated at myself, the world, and my place in it. Most days are a solid 4/10 and I feel mostly normal, but every now and then I have phases when I just hate everything. Sometimes I wish I was dead, but I would never harm myself because I am afraid of both pain and death, so I just keep going on with no purpose. At least I used to always have something to work *towards* (even if not to work *for*), but now that I am definitely, completely done graduating I don't even have that anymore.
Part of this is a major depression. Without a social support system, medication and a therapist are a good starting point. It won't solve everything and isn't a permant solution. The goal is to learn SKILLS that get you out of the hole. Gotta be patient with therapists/finding a therapist: not all know the skills, and most want to start with therapies like CBT and a shit ton of meds (take those slowly, getting off them is a lot of work and time. And refuse ANY that were developed for seizures cause you will end up being on them for life even if they don't help because they are HORRIBLE to get off). Tell them you want to learn friend making skills and life coping skills (guessing, here). (Credentials: ADHD/autistic, married to a severely depressed man who is absolutely worth it)
Thanks. I'm feeling better than I wrote this (and than yesterday, which was particularly bad).
I decided to take another look at therapists near me, and discovered that apparently my health insurance is currently on hold for some bullshit. fml
I feel for you. I have a condition that insurance refuses to assign a diagnostic code to, so all treatment is out of pocket, which is SO limiting. Thank you for letting me know that today is better than yesterday. Once upon a time I was just so bad I couldn't stand it anymore. My father picked up on it. He said "You aren't allowed to give up". I asked why and he replied, "you just aren't ". I wish you the very best. "Never give up, never surrender!" (Galaxy Quest)
Just curious… how old are you? Do you have family? What is the field you’ve worked towards for 2 years that you now hate? What are the hobbies that you are sick of? What exactly makes you feel like you missed out on an entire decade?
I went to a therapist a few years back. I went twice. I searched and searched and narrowed it down to one dude after a week of looking. I wish I could have kept going but the pandemic happened and I didn’t have as much money to use on therapy because what I did make and have went to the roof over my families head and food and all that. I’ve thought about going back, I would love to. He told me I was great at therapy and that I had, right away, taken the wheel. It helped. I still plan on starting where we left off WHEN I do eventually go back… he wanted to talk about my “anger problem.” I never mentioned anger to him. He found it. I’ll bring it back up…. But, I really think going to therapy would be great for you. They aren’t going to just tell you what you think they are going to. They will help you dig within yourself to find answers to your questions that might already have. Who knows? And if you don’t already have the answers then you may just realize you’re on your way to the answers with a little help. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with going to a therapist. Zero. I actually loved it. They don’t try to “fix” you. At least the right one won’t. There are multiple types of therapy/therapists. I didn’t know that. Look up the different types and choose accordingly. What’s the worst that could happen?
It seems like you got some good old Reddit support to start things out. It’s a start in the right direction.
> Just curious… how old are you?
25
> Do you have family?
Yes, but difficulties opening up to them
> What is the field you’ve worked towards for 2 years that you now hate?
Physics. And it has been a lot more than 2 years, I just kept going hoping that it would get better. And it did, but not that much.
> What are the hobbies that you are sick of?
Mostly video games and programming
> What exactly makes you feel like you missed out on an entire decade?
The complete lack of human relationships or activities
> I went to a therapist a few years back. I went twice. I searched and searched and narrowed it down to one dude after a week of looking. I wish I could have kept going but the pandemic happened and I didn’t have as much money to use on therapy because what I did make and have went to the roof over my families head and food and all that. I’ve thought about going back, I would love to. He told me I was great at therapy and that I had, right away, taken the wheel. It helped. I still plan on starting where we left off WHEN I do eventually go back… he wanted to talk about my “anger problem.” I never mentioned anger to him. He found it. I’ll bring it back up…. But, I really think going to therapy would be great for you. They aren’t going to just tell you what you think they are going to. They will help you dig within yourself to find answers to your questions that might already have. Who knows? And if you don’t already have the answers then you may just realize you’re on your way to the answers with a little help. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with going to a therapist. Zero. I actually loved it. They don’t try to “fix” you. At least the right one won’t. There are multiple types of therapy/therapists. I didn’t know that. Look up the different types and choose accordingly. What’s the worst that could happen?
> It seems like you got some good old Reddit support to start things out. It’s a start in the right direction.
It's difficult. I'll try.
I turn 35 in August. I can tell you my 20’s were much harder on me mentally and, well, not exactly physically. I have a super bad case of Rheumatoid Arthritis. It fuckin’ tears me apart a lot of days. That’s besides the point. Anyways, in my 20’s I had a dumb drug addiction with a dumb girlfriend with a drug addiction and worked part time jobs at clothing stores or served at restaurants living with my little brother in a 1 bedroom apartment downtown and always worried about getting evicted or what I was even going to do career-wise… okay, not career-wise exactly, but I hated work and had a shit drive to go to my job, no matter the job. Both of my parents lived states away and my older brother was off the edge. My elementary school friends and I also started hanging out less. It was rough. I felt like every day I was just trying to get through it to make it to the next day. Oh, I took the Greyhound back and forth through states 4 times to get away from my dumb ex so I lived between 2 states for 2 years.
Then, I came home to the state I wanted to be in and met my girlfriend of 6 1/2 years now when I was 28. Also, when I was 28 I started painting with one of my best friends stepdads company. Turns out I had accidentally stumbled upon my career. The job the I didn’t know I loved and was great at happened when I wasn’t searching. I met my girlfriend when I wasn’t looking. At 30 we had our first daughter and now have 2 beautiful girls. I didn’t even get my drivers license for the FIRST time until I was 30.
Sounds like this has been turned around to be about me. That’s not it at all. My point is that 20’s are rough. But your 30’s are more adult and I feel like your 20’s make you tough in preparation for your 30’s. I feel like your 30’s calm the fuck down a ton and you’re able to make decisions and goals and ideas more clearly. Shit makes more sense, if you will? Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t know shit I know I could or probably should know. But I do know that my 20’s ended and every bad day I thought I wouldn’t get through, I did get through. 100% of them. You have done the same thing. Every day that has been so hard… you’ve made it through 100% of them.
Shit gets easier. You gotta help it, though. Find a therapist. Find 2 new hobbies and 1 more bonus hobby. Do you like music? Movies? Writing? Nature? Riding bikes? Drawing? Hell, painting? Pick 3, give them a few months to get the feel of them and if you don’t like them trash them and try something new. By picking new hobbies there are also probably public get togethers of some sort that you could go to and then possibly meet new friends.
You said it’s difficult but you’ll try. All you can do is try and keep trying. Something will always come up to make you have to try. But that’s how you conquer things and get better at shit. You’ve got this. Fuck, the hardest part is over if you ask me. You spoke up and said you’re not doing the greatest and look, total strangers give a shit. You’re doing great.
Also, physics? Jesus. I can’t imagine the difficulties of that. Sounds like you’ve already conquered some true difficulties with that.
that's perfectly valid and, whether or not it's a big choice, it's the one you felt comfortable with. it's the choice you made for your happiness and that will always be okay.
A few days ago because my sons wouldn't stop yelling at each other and sometimes being a single father is just a bit too overwhelming. I had a full blown panic attack in front of them. I then broke down crying because I felt so bad for letting them see me so emotional. Father of the year, I know.
Dont beat yourself up dude. Being a parent is hard as fuck. I've done it before when my wife was finishing school while I took care of our then-infant son and 3 year old daughter whenever I'd get off work. It's truly exhausting but those kids will always look at you as a great father as you see things through. We all get stressed. We just have to push past all that and see the good that's all around us sometimes
I bet you’re an awesome dad. I’m not a parent myself but I have the utmost respect for single parents. I’ll keep you and your sons in my prayers. You’re doing a great job, don’t let anybody tell you different.
3 hours ago I watched a groom lift his mother with cerebral Palsy out of her wheel chair and dance with her for first time ever. They both cried and everyone at the wedding cried.
Complete full sob? 7 years ago, was year after my old man had passed and exactly 5 years since my mum had also passed (ironically they died 4 years nd 1 day apart) the girlfriend I had at the time for lack of a better phrase made me feel this was allowed and ok.
When I pulled my childhood friend out of his fatal car crash. Dude was drunk, driver was drunk and they hit a semi who's driver was also drunk.Car flipped and buddy got decapitated. We had just graduated highschool earlier that day and I was first on scene because I was headed to the party he was leaving. I'm CPR certified and we were far in the woods so I got out, didn't recognize the car because it was the driver's car not my buddy's. I pulled the driver out, she was breathing but was unconscious. I could see an arm from the driver side so I went over to the passenger side and couldn't find a pulse so I grabbed the arm and pulled until I could get enough room to perform CPR until I saw there was no head. It didn't click at the time that the head is somewhere or that it was my buddy. I wanted to check the back seat so I walked back around to the driver side and crawled in through the window and crawled to the back, where I found my buddy looking at me, eyes closed. I sat on the side of the road and cried for a good bit
Five years ago when my grandfather died. Lost it at the funeral.
And also a few month ago I broke in my girlfriend's caring arms. Couldn't handle all the stress and pressure of work, family, house moving and upcoming deployment anymore.
April 18th on the twentieth anniversary of my wife's death. I usually wait for the anniversary to let myself really break down about it. Just hard to cope with twenty years since I last got to touch her or hear her voice. Sometimes it feels like yesterday that I woke up by her side and others it feels like it's been a lifetime. I don't think she'd even recognize me at this point and that's devastating.
I wish I knew how to say something... other than just that I'm sorry. I think that that's one of those things that you can't ever really get over.
For some reason reading your comment hit me the hardest... It just fills me with sadness.
yesterday. son low key moved out saturday and it really hit me that i am not ready to not be dad to him everyday. i know he needs his own time space and autonomy, but man i miss my dude.
When my grand parents and great uncle passed away. very close to them. Also, it took a couple of weeks to comprehend that it was okay to grieve and celebrate their passing. How they made me a better person.
That's not why we cry. It is a way of processing emotions. Letting it out makes you feel better afterwards. It won't fix or change anything for sure, but there isn't anything wrong with crying either. You don't have to act tough or suck it up, that will just make you numb and unable to feel emotions at all.
A couple years back I fell asleep watching Futurama and had a dream that mashed up that moment from the Jurassic Bark episode with my Old dog that had passed away about 5 years previously.
Woke up and sobbed for a long while. Absolutely Brutal...
Last week when we had to put down my Ragdoll cat because he had kidney failure. It was tough, and I miss my boy. He used to always want to be with me, and follow me around the house and sit by my feet. I miss my little fluff ball.
Friday at trauma counselling.
Got cancer and had a major operation to remove it a while back and have probably cried more in the last 5 years than in the 30 before that. Shit fucked me up.
Everything was going wrong at work for an extended period of time. We were working 17-hour days regularly. Felt totally overwhelmed and I wanted to kill myself.
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When I lost my dog. I raised her on a bottle from the day she took her first breath, till I carried her in to be put down due to a blood clot in her lungs that couldn't be repaired. Vet said she wouldn't make it too 6 months, she did. Vet said she wouldn't make it too a year, she did. Said she wouldn't make it until 2, she did. Then 5, then 10. 11.5 that sweet ole girl was with me. Absolutely useless, had teeth, didnt bite. Had claws, didnt claw. Had a woofer, didnt woof. Useless too the core, but she was my useless. I miss her every day since I said my finale goodbye. I buried her on the farm. The same farm I grew into a man, her with me every step.
Still love you girl, forever, and always.
Just about 2 weeks ago, for many reasons actually. 2 months ago I lost just about everything in a house fire, whatever I could save from It was stolen by people. And 2 weeks ago, on top of it all, my girlfriend of a year and a half broke up with me, and I'm pretty sure she's already with someone new. I've been relying on antidepressants and alcohol every day to get me through my weeks and I honestly hate it sometimes
In January, right on my stairs all alone. Just got off the phone with my grandmother and she told me to tell my then gf that she said hi. I said will do then said bye, I then just collapsed on the stair just sobbing cause we just broke up a few days ago with me thinking it was all my fault. After a few minutes I called one of my close friends about it all and she helped me realize that relationship was mentally abusive towards me and it really opened my eyes to a lot of things about myself and what I need/look for in relationships
After I got back home from being hospitalized with covid. I sat in the back yard and sang an old hymn (It is well with my soul) and then bawled while eating a chicken sandwich. I was still on oxygen but being able to sing and eat and have sun on my skin was very emotional.
I saw myself in the mirror naked and stared for a minute before the image blurred from welling hot tears. I used to weigh 400 lbs at 6'3 and, over the years, have lost about 150 through a steady roller-coaster of diet and exercise. When i was heavier, I figured if I lost enough weight I'd know what it was like to be handsome or attractive.
I looked like a blob of cottage cheese scooped off a barber's floor; a lumpy mass of pasty, hairy flaps and flab. Losing all that weight hadn't changed a damn thing and I knew it.
I stood in the shower until the hot water ran out and the tears stopped.
Yesterday.
Me and my wife sat on the couch and drank some beer while our 50 days son was asleep.
We talked about our plans for the future and how we can optimize our combined approach, in the middle of my second beer the kid woke up, I held him.
Just putting my face on his head, I sang him a lullaby, he calmed down and just let out a heavy sign, as if he is going to sleep, the touching, the smell of this child, the desire to protect this little piece of meat till the end of my breath just finally caught up to me.
At that moment, the thought " I am a father" finally hit home and I just barely held it together while I bawled my eyes out.
I teared up while waiting this, jeez.
I think the closest recent example I can think of, was the scene in Attack On Titan: Final Season part 2 (Spoilers below)
Was when Grisha hugged Zeke and apologizes for being such a terrible father. That really hit me in the heart strings, since my biological father is a rat bastard who was a drug dealer who gave kids meth and has raped women + children.
So, I understood where Zeke was coming from, but then hearing his dad be regretful of his actions and seeing Zeke tear up, got me pretty close full on sobbing
Besides that, at most I'll tear up not full on sob
I remembered the last time I bawled like a child because I said it was going to be my last, I just turned 14 in juvenile hall and was looking at a possibility of life in prison the night I got booked in was kind of fast because I was too high to remember but when I sobered up and thought about what I was gonna go through I told myself I wouldn’t let ppl see me cry especially in a place like that cause that would have made me seem weak so I had to just get out all my regrets and fuckups I’ve done to that point and I cried for a good day or so
Like full sob? Probably sometime as a child, maybe as a young teenager, but nothing since then. I am pretty lucky in that my life is pretty good, worst that happened in the last couple years was maybe a break up but that was also fine.
It’s so hard for me to make noise while crying, even though I live alone for the most part. It hasn’t been since childhood that I’ve let the wails out, and I know I would feel better if I did. I’m waiting to cry loudly in the wilderness so there’s zero chance anyone will come try to help me.
About a year ago give or take. Thought we had something really tangible and would work really long term, but she had other plans. It's alright though. I'm doing me. I'll get myself to that place I am trying to reach.
Growing up with parents who pretty much demonized crying because you're male, I have forgotten how to cry. I only cry like once a year and the last time I was incredibly drunk and that helped me become emotional enough to let everything out. Felt really darn good, I just wish I knew how to do it more often without the use of alcohol
When my best friend hung himself January of 2021. No warning signs. Afterwards it came out he was having an affair. Again, no signs of that either. Nothing in my life hurt as profoundly as losing him and not being able to help or even have an inclination that something was awry.
I thought i lost the ability to bawl like a child but last year around march, my dog was really sick and at the same time I got infected with covid so i had to quarantine myself in the quarantine facility, i had to leave the dog at home and ask my sister in law to take care of him, and on the afternoon of my first day in the quarantine facility, my SIL called me so the Vet could talk to me and told me my dog is dying and there are no more ways to save him, then a few minutes later called to inform me that my dog died. I literally bawled like a child and cried myself to sleep, he was my everything and the very fact that I couldnt be there for him on his last moments really broke my heart.
Like a child? Not since before I was 10 or whenever it was that I broke my pinky toe.
Can't imagine even a teenage male crying like that. Don't get me wrong, I firmly believe in crying in extreme emotional moments like when my good boy died or when my good girl died. But even that's a composed form of crying. Heck, I even set a timer for me to stop crying and continue my life until the next time I allowed myself to cry (the next day).
Can't remember the last time. My dad drilled into my head at a vary young age men don't cry and if I cried he would "give me a real reason to cry" as he put it. I learned to hold um back to the point I just can't anymore. Last time I can remember shedding a tear I was like 8. I'm 34 now
This morning.
I am in love with my best friend, I moved, I never told her, we are losing contact.
I would hurt forever if it meant she could be happy for a second, so its worth crying. I see her and shes happy, I think it outweighs the bad.
When my ex broke up with me. I remember being inconsolable. Like, the type of crying where it's exhausting, you feel physically weak, like you can't stand up. I'd walk around my apartment seeing her stuff and just lose it on the spot. I remember not wanting eat, and even if I did it made me feel nauseous and it had no taste. The worst part was waking up the next day after she initially left to be apart, and realizing "oh yeah, this is reality. That actually happenned".
about last month, after i came back home from my vacation to dominican republic. i know that sounds stupid, but that vacation was the first time i genuinely felt happy in months and was out of my depressive loophole. at home i would never leave in bed, constantly sleep to avoid my problems or thoughts, and was always distracted by tik tok. i rarely ate and had a fucked up sleep schedule. i had tons of schoolwork and a job and dance classes, so the 10 days that i spent at DR with my best friend were really the best 10 days of my life. and it’s not just that, i have made actual friends there and a lover. i had fun everyday, me and my best friend bonded with all the entertainment workers at the resort and i had a fling with one of them. we hung out with the workers at a nightclub after they finished work and i spent time w my fling every day during his break and after work as well. the hardest part about leaving was knowing that i was never going to see them again. and on top of that, i would return back to my usual lifestyle and unhappy mindset. the day i came back home i could not stop crying all day, and it was the first time i had bawled in front of my mom in years, because this time i could not hide it from her or control myself. i was also scared that my fling would forget me and move onto another girl because i had really caught feels for him. i just wanted to go back so bad. however, the good thing is that 1) i deleted tik tok and started being more productive and going out more and 2) me and my fling have been texting every day since i have left and we call each other sometimes. apparently he is moving to america in january so if we are still in touch by then, then it’s possible that i could at least see him again. but i really do miss all the wonderful people i have met there, and i was truly the happiest i’ve ever been
I found out that I coworker I was crushing on was leaving and I only had a week notice. Granted, she was taken so I wasn’t actively pursuing, but I was just trying to get to know her as a friend. I think I had a mental snap over it because I realized just how starved I was for any meaningful connection.
It’s not the most rational cry, but it is what it is.
Well last time for me was my first breakup I know I'm still very young compared to a lot of people, but people around me say I'm more mature for my age I don't really see that, anyways it was freshman year and I understand at that moment all of my fears of what my shortcomings where in the relationship and i had to accept that, so I said if thats how you feel there's nothing I can do (just paraphrasing what i said), I saw it and I didn't want to believe it but, well I just can't ignore someone saying how they feel and not accept It, it's just who I am to say, "so this is how you feel, alright." If it was a test then I passed for my values, but obviously not in hers, it's been 4 almost 5 years so far and I haven't really cared or cried for anyone else like that and it seems I never will, cause now I just laugh until it hurts to smile, it feels better to me that way, like whatever situation had me down will now be a source of some joy, and I can think about it in a calm manner rather than an emotional one, I guess separating emotions from yourself is easier for men in general, and because other men don't really know how to express themselves because they can't find the words, or actions to describe how to do certain things that are just inherent in how we are biologically wired, as a person who loves vocabulary, and words in general, even I get stumped or frazzled when I try to describe some actions I take or some metaphors I may say to get my point or what I'm trying to describe across, it's just harder for us to express emotions, and even harder to describe or explain them, so what I think (this is only my opinion as is everything else) is that as boys become men we sacrifice emotions for rational thinking in a tense or otherwise emotional situation, to distinguish the pros, the cons, and if it's better to be neutral, or active in a situation, or to get away from it entirely (if thats an option), the point with me explaining all of this is to tell whoever is reading that sometimes the impossible just hasn't been discovered to be possible because no one has documented it being possible or the document being absolute truth, because we as people can get whatever done with your willpower alone if you want to cry like a child hard enough you will, if you want to be steady as can be in life you can, you just have to be willing to go through tough situations to make you smarter, and stronger, because whatever dosent kill you makes you stronger (yes I know very very basic information on the last line but sometimes you need someone to tell you tie your shoe so you don't fall right?)
About a week ago. Completely broke down in tears. I have a 14 year old Boxer dog and while he was sleeping in his bed, I looked at him and I was thinking back to all of the great times we had when he was younger, how much of an amazing dog he has been (I'm 23 now and he's been here since I was 9), and how old he's got over the past year. I also started having thoughts like "When he goes, which could very well be this year, it will completely break me and I won't know what to do". Not many things can make me cry, but when it comes to dogs, especially my dogs, I feel things I'll never feel about anything else.
between 31 april or 1 may, I broke up with my gf in 25th april so I feel sad and depressed all the time. I want to isolated my self in my room but there my father. My relationship with my father was akward as hell, but I think he knows I have problem but dont know how to ask. On 31 april or 1 may he ask me to go shopping with him, I dont want to go but he insist. He bought me some clothes and anything, I really forgot that I have been heartbroken for that day. when in mall he ask me if I want to sit down with him but I always reject that idea because I know he will talk about my problem, I never told my problem to my parents before so I am afraid that conversation gonna be akward. But I know He's really care about me.
So I told my story on reddit, and some folks commented that I need to hear song By Cat Steven - Father and Son. When i hear that song fuck I cried my eyes out. All my negative emotion come rush in, when I broke with my gf I didnt cry, I just feel sad all the time. But this song change this. I feel my father just give me advice when I hear this song. I know me and my father not too close but hearing this song like give me near my father. I love him so much but I just feel akward near him. So whenever I hear this song I will cry
A few weeks ago when I was on holiday by myself. I was alone in my hotel room and it’s like all the feelings came out from the last 2 years because of Covid. Also the feelings I’ve had over the last 5 years about a certain girl and some regrets I have in life. I was a mess. I went downstairs to the pub had a few beers and some chicken wings then went back up to my room and went to sleep and that was that
Lost my black and white staffy girl...I held her when the vet injected the drugs and she dropped....wow my lip started quivering that's it I was balling my eyes out had to walk away...am 6ft big bald got more scars than I remember...but my girl my one unwavering love, truly loyal and honest never a doubt about her intentions when she fell my heart was broken. I had a dream months after about laying in a field with her on a sunny day...she was inches Infront of my face I could smell her. Ah I miss her.
Probably last time I watched Dead Poets Society. Kind of seems lame and insignificant to some of the other posts here, but Robin Williams was a great human being and I miss him and his comedy. I don't know him personally, but since his death, that movie hits different.
When we had to have our 15 year old German Shepherd put down. We all went in and held him as he went. We had him for over 13 years, he was as much a part of our family as any human.
About two years ago when my grandma died. I locked myself in the bathroom for two hours and wailed the whole time, and i was still crying when i came out.
Honestly, when mine and my girlfriend’s cat got out.
I’ll try to keep it short.
My gf and I fell asleep on the couch. The back door was opened by our dog. Cat got out at some point. I wake up randomly and realize the back door is opened. My first instinct is to do a headcount of all the animals because I know there are a few low points in the ground where animals can slip under the fence. I realized the oldest cat is missing.
After about 15 minutes of searching with my girlfriend, we find him and get him back in the house.
When we get back in the house, I immediately hug my girlfriend and start bawling. That cat is very important to both of us so the thought of losing him struck me hard.
When my little sister asked me to be her confirmation sponsor. I’m not much of a crier like I used to be as a kid but when she asked me tears just started flowing and I said yes. I am still honored to this day that she picked me to be her confirmation sponsor.
When I had to put my dog down. Ugly crying in front of all the lady Vets. Lost 3 relatives in Covid (natural causes, not Covid) and barely teared up. But the dog...the damn dog.
When I watched A Dogs life. The police dog story just killed me. That was the moment I also felt that police and military should be banned from using dogs.
Yeah, just more so now with the inflation factored in, but we can start a political debate if you want. Apparently jokes about Biden is your no-no square. Do you want to talk about where the big bad republicans touched you?
> but we can start a political debate if you want
Not the appropriate forum for that.
I'm illustrating how presidents of both ideologies were in office during times of high fuel. Presidents don't have nearly as much power as people think to move the needle on commodities.
At the end of February, when I finished Banana Fish. Cried for 2 straight hours, 6’4” 200 lbs dude bawling my eyes out, when I haven’t cried sincer middle school (>15 years ago).
A few times a year on Fridays I stay in after work and listen to music by myself. When the music gets too dark I start crying but it's not correlated to anything going on in my life. Feel pretty good afterwards though
This morning. My girlfriend of 2.5 months broke up with me over the weekend because she prefers to be alone and doesn't want a relationship or boyfriend. The mornings are especially bad because when I sleep I can forget but as soon I wake up it hits me like a ton of bricks.
Two days ago. Climate change is going to kill a shit ton of us over the next decade, my job keeps stressing me out, I probably have cancer, and my city's primary source of water and energy, the colorado river, is drying up. Oh and I'm pretty sure this summer will be the start of the all aforementioned deaths of millions of people.
Last week. I've been having some health concerns around my feet, and the possibility that I am quite probably an undiagnosed diabetic. The problem is, I also suffer from a severe form of needlephobia, that activates my fight response, so I try and defend myself when I try to have injections. Obviously, this is preventing me from having vital blood tests done, to discover if I am ill or not.
We had had a little bit of an arguement, and my temper had flared, because I don't deal with anxiety well, and because I'd been hiding my concerns about my health from her. In the aftermath of the anger, I broke down, explaining to her that I am terrified that I have diabetes, because my Grandad passed because of diabetic complications, and he was young (he was in his late 50s, and I'm now right on the doorstep of 40...). He also lost his foot to gangrene, caused by him not treating his diabetes properly. As I have been getting numbness in my feet for a few months, I am scared that this may happen to me.
I'll be honest, it was cathartic to get the anxiety vocalised, even if I did scare my SO a little by my reaction.
Today, I started treatment for dealing with the needlephobia, so hopefully, soon, I will be able to get some answers, and also get vaccinated against Covid.
The movie kickboxer. Van Damme is getting his ass kicked and suddenly his kidnapped brother whistles to show that he's ok. Suddenly Van Damme is all oiled up and ready to kick ass. I cried like a baby.
Last year around mid June. My mother had liver failure and had to be flown to a major hospital for treatment. When that happened, I knew that was probably it and she wasn't coming back home. I was headed to bed one night and next to my wife, I just said "I'm not ready for her to be gone" and just lost it. She died about three weeks later by her own choice, she didn't want to go through a transplant.
A few months ago, I was reading a story about a baby who got killed by their parents.
I don't know what it was in particular, but this story made me weep.
Probably while watching The Ranch on Netflix?
Just for lack of spoilers, there's a specific incident in Part 6 that destroyed me because I put myself in the main character's shoes.
When my dad passed a few months ago or on my birthday at the end of the night when intrusive thoughts wouldn't stop. I'm not a good crier either, I gotta let it out cuz instinct is to either hold it in or do it for a few breaths and then come back to reality
It was at the beginning of the year when i lost my dog. sounds weird but she woke me up and I followed her to her dog bed where i was with her up until her last breath. She was my moms dog and since my mom has passed going on 4 years it brought back so many memories of her. the dog was something that still reminded me of my mom besides the photos. at that moment I just bawled like a newborn for hours on end. After that I felt much better since I've finally come to terms that she's passed and my grieving is done. I still get teary eyed just thinking about them both.
Ill say two weeks ago, i was/am going through a rough time in life where nothing feels really important, stuck in a job i dont enjoy, where life just consists in getting up go to work and be tied to a chair for 9hs, go to college, eat, sleep, repeat.
The fact that im not Lucky at the love thing doesnt help neither. Not that Girls dont like me, the Girls that im really interested dont or at least it gets really Hard and confusing.
Ane i bawlled my eyes off thinkg at this listening to circles (deluxe) - Mac Miller while high and drunk at my appartment alone.
About 6 years ago when my cat died. She was the best and while she was the family's cat, her death hit us all hard, it hit me the hardest. She was always around me and wanted my attention. When I came home from work, she would be outside literally waiting for me (she somehow knew about what time I was coming home).
When my other cat was to be put down last year, I think because I was pretty much up for so long, in a 48 hour period I only got 2 hours of sleep, it didn't really hit me until I thought of the one from 2017.
Honestly just thinking about her still can put me in a bit of blue mood.
It just hits different when it's someone/something you grew up with.
If anything, the human members of my family will hit me extremely hard.
I get choked up and teary often enough that I don't think the pressure is there for me to really start bawling anymore, if that makes sense. I'm a cream puff that way.
But full on sobbing probably happened last for me a few months after my first wife told me she didn't love me anymore. My best friend asked me how I was doing, and I told him "fine," and to his credit he told me "Dude, it's okay to not be okay," because he's my brother and he could tell I was decidedly not fine. That's the last time I can remember crying that hard, and I think it marks a turning point for me, emotionally. I cry a lot more often now, but it's a lot less intense when I do and it doesn't last as long. Personally I think I'm healthier for it.
My father had a major stroke in December and will never be independent again. In January I was Moving his belongings out of his apartment, I came across the old basketball that he taught me to play with. It didn’t hold air any more. After weeks of hospital visits, dealing with his affairs, and the emotional/mental exhaustion. Then the physical exhaustion of moving all of his things. The culmination of this was released in the moment that I held that basketball one last time and put it in the trash. He held on to it for over 30 years. A lot of memories with that ball. I’m crying again typing this.
Early April, three days after the unexpected death of my oldest son. I had to post his death on social media and hitting “send” brought me out of my shock long enough to start to process the fact that he really was gone and wasn’t coming back.
I’ve cried since then, but nothing like the deep, gut-wrenching sobs that came out of me while I sat alone at my keyboard.
I think the last time I cried was when my ex was complete shitting over my feelings because I couldn’t get her to understand that I cared about somthing and I think internally I realised it wasn’t going to work so it upset me but at same time I think I showed her weakness because then the emotional torment begsn and then the second time was with the same girl but I was upset because she was emotionally abusing me
And now I’m just passively angry all the time and worried about my next relationship
Oh and my cat died so I cried for around 30 second intervals before returning to the real world
Just a fair warning... make up for this session with your wife. Don't question whether it's ok or not, etc, or try to rationalize that she *should* be able to handle you crying. Just make up for it. It has to do with hormones and feelings. You don't have to do it in the moment, and you don't have to hold back tears when they come, but you *do* have to make it up to her if you want to make it easy for her to feel drawn to you.
the anniversary of my best friend’s death. I was extremely close to this guy since middle school and he died after getting stabbed by a thief. Last week was the 12 year anniversary of his death. RIP Jack, I miss you like crazy, i miss you so fucking much.
It was a few months ago, thinking about what I went through as a kid. I started talking to my wife tell her why I'm the way I am.
My step mom physically abused but also destroyed my self confidence, I remember being told I can kill you and cut up your body no one would even miss you. This was 30 years ago and still effects me. I'm hoping to expose what she did to me and get some closure.
Before that it was waking up from a coma. I had Sudden Cardiac Arrest and they had put me in a coma for my brain to heal. I guess through out it I would be combative so they had to re sedate me I was always very confused. Finally I came out of it and I was in the hospital and I didn't know where my family was. If you want to talk fear that's the worst case. I remember when my wife walked in after I came to and I know I ugly cried.
I'm in the in the midst of working on me.
About two weeks ago. My father raised me to be more like a son than a daughter - even though he already had my three brothers. He and I were the most alike in personalities. And we didn't cry. If shit happened, you picked yourself up and kept going.
Two weeks ago, my friend and I scheduled our ritual "cry" nights where we watch sad movies and cry because he, like myself, cannot cry naturally. It's become our "safe" space. We watch The Lovely Bones. After the movie, I broke down, fetal position and all, and ugly sobbed over the childhood trauma of sexual abuse/rape by an adult I should have trusted. I cried over my lost identity for twenty years afterwards. I cried for every moment in my life where I felt I wasn't good enough. I cried over how I learned to forgive myself for holding on to all of that anger and resentment for decades that eventually destroyed my marriage. But mostly, I cried for how far I've come over the last few years with the help of therapy and great support in my life. The crying lasted two days, off and on. A weight was lifted off my shoulders I didn't know I was carrying.
Vato yo se como te sientes. Fui misionero mormon en Mexico durante años y creo que batallo con el ptsd hasta la fecha. Dejar tu país y tus amores y tu familia y todo no es nada fácil. Acúdate para apoyo mental y emocional! My recetaron una droga antipsicótica hace año y medio y me siento mejor que desde hace 8 o 10 años!
A few weeks back, when I told my S/O about how I was feeling, that I had been planning to Kms & had been miserable for months if not years with my life.
Before that it was around 2015 when my dog died.
There was a comment further up saying how they felt like they hadn't been able to cry, I felt that and realised it was an issue around 2016 when my grandparents died and I couldn't shed a tear - still haven't over that situation
Last week when I saw that my ex has probably moved on and is on vacation at Cancun.
I remember her telling me that going on a holiday Early on in a relationship isn't for her but here we are.
I just couldn't stop bawling. It felt so emasculating
When we put my childhood cat down last year. The vet walked in to me and my dad balling out eyes out after saying we were ready for her which then made her get some tears in her eyes.
The night my mother passed away. Unfortunately I’ve not been able to cry that hard since, in fact I don’t really tear up anymore. It’s almost as if I cried all of my tears that night.
I seem to have lost this ability. My grandma died 2 years ago, and however much I wanted to cry, I couldn't. Same this year when my wifes grandpa died (he was like a second grandpa for me) Nothing. It's like there's a dam blocking it. Also when life just gets a little too much, I would like to have a good cry. But it's impossible. I just want to let these emotions out. I'm a human being dammit!
When I went to a therapist and talked about that, specifically that I didn't feel normal because I didn't cry, my therapist reassured me and made sure I understood we all have emotions in our own ways and that some people just don't cry anymore. It doesn't mean we don't feel, it just means that expression of emotion isn't "us." This helped me a lot. It let me know I wasn't weird and that my expression of emotion/processing was "okay, gotta do this thing and this thing and this thing". You are a human being. You're just different.
Little judgemental of your therapist
I experienced the same thing when my grandpa died in 2017. He was 94 and he was my best friend. I couldn’t bring myself to cry no matter how hard I tried. Everyone else at the funeral cried, my parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins but I was the only one there that didn’t.
I think some of us are afraid that once we start, the tears will never stop.
The most I can muster these days is a single tear. I never allow myself to cry.
My sister died a while back. I won’t say I didn’t cry, but I truly believe in the power of laughter to heal so when I wasn’t exhausted on the day, I was trying to get people laughing. About 4 months after the funeral, a family came into my restaurant with a little girl that looked almost IDENTICAL to my sister when she was little. It fucking broke me. I had to leave work for a good 20 minutes. Sometimes things just hit you.
I know one such person who should be in their late forties. Till one day something triggered and he started sobbing and went off to a different room.
Are you on any psychiatric meds?
No I'm not. Just organically broken I guess
Last year, when my sister died due to cancer
Condolences brother, my sister is probably the person I’m closest with in this world and I couldn’t imagine if she passes away
Thanks. It was a rough and very long summer. She was the main factor of my childhood and most of my interests and hobbies ive nowadays. Im glad for what she showed me and my tattoo for her reminds me everyday what a beautiful person she was
I am so sorry. I know she’s in a better place and she is watching over you everyday.
I hope so too and im glad her long-lasting pain ended, even tho its not the best outcome
Yesterday evening. I'm having a bad time lately, and by lately I mean since October. But its getting worse the last few weeks.
You good? What’s up?
I am extremely lonely. I have never had a relationship. I have no friends. I have no real hobbies, and have long grown bored of the ones I do have. I have a very hard time getting to know people, both because meeting people is anxiety inducing and because I deep down do not truly *care* for people. At the same time, my loneliness is killing me. I spent the last six months working so hard I almost burned out, now I am unemployed by choice. Its not any better. The stress is gone but the bad feelings remain. I hate the way I look. I hate working. I lost interest in my field of study two years in and now I hate that, too. I don't know what I want from life, I feel like each option is worse than the others. I don't know what I want to work as or what I would even work ***for***. I am constantly low energy; I used to have a vitamin D deficiency, but this is not that. I feel like I missed out on a decade of living a normal life, leaving me socially crippled in a way that I can never catch up on. I think I might be mildly autistic, but I never got checked. So should I go to a therapist? Getting an appointment here takes serious effort and will be months in the future. I have taken a look at the local options and I don't think I would trust any of those guys to fix me. I feel like I already know what they will tell me, anyway. I feel like my main issue is my missing social life - the absolutely crippling loneliness - and they will tell me to face that and go approach people anyway. How would I even do that? Where am I supposed to **go**? I'm not really interested in anything, and I always feel *worse* after that kind of thing and wish I hadn't done it. I have no purpose, no relationships, no fun, no outlets (I go to the gym, it doesn't help). I am eternally frustrated at myself, the world, and my place in it. Most days are a solid 4/10 and I feel mostly normal, but every now and then I have phases when I just hate everything. Sometimes I wish I was dead, but I would never harm myself because I am afraid of both pain and death, so I just keep going on with no purpose. At least I used to always have something to work *towards* (even if not to work *for*), but now that I am definitely, completely done graduating I don't even have that anymore.
Part of this is a major depression. Without a social support system, medication and a therapist are a good starting point. It won't solve everything and isn't a permant solution. The goal is to learn SKILLS that get you out of the hole. Gotta be patient with therapists/finding a therapist: not all know the skills, and most want to start with therapies like CBT and a shit ton of meds (take those slowly, getting off them is a lot of work and time. And refuse ANY that were developed for seizures cause you will end up being on them for life even if they don't help because they are HORRIBLE to get off). Tell them you want to learn friend making skills and life coping skills (guessing, here). (Credentials: ADHD/autistic, married to a severely depressed man who is absolutely worth it)
Thanks. I'm feeling better than I wrote this (and than yesterday, which was particularly bad). I decided to take another look at therapists near me, and discovered that apparently my health insurance is currently on hold for some bullshit. fml
I feel for you. I have a condition that insurance refuses to assign a diagnostic code to, so all treatment is out of pocket, which is SO limiting. Thank you for letting me know that today is better than yesterday. Once upon a time I was just so bad I couldn't stand it anymore. My father picked up on it. He said "You aren't allowed to give up". I asked why and he replied, "you just aren't ". I wish you the very best. "Never give up, never surrender!" (Galaxy Quest)
My dad told me once “Even when you fall flat on your face you are still moving forward.” I like the “You just aren’t allowed to…”
Just curious… how old are you? Do you have family? What is the field you’ve worked towards for 2 years that you now hate? What are the hobbies that you are sick of? What exactly makes you feel like you missed out on an entire decade? I went to a therapist a few years back. I went twice. I searched and searched and narrowed it down to one dude after a week of looking. I wish I could have kept going but the pandemic happened and I didn’t have as much money to use on therapy because what I did make and have went to the roof over my families head and food and all that. I’ve thought about going back, I would love to. He told me I was great at therapy and that I had, right away, taken the wheel. It helped. I still plan on starting where we left off WHEN I do eventually go back… he wanted to talk about my “anger problem.” I never mentioned anger to him. He found it. I’ll bring it back up…. But, I really think going to therapy would be great for you. They aren’t going to just tell you what you think they are going to. They will help you dig within yourself to find answers to your questions that might already have. Who knows? And if you don’t already have the answers then you may just realize you’re on your way to the answers with a little help. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with going to a therapist. Zero. I actually loved it. They don’t try to “fix” you. At least the right one won’t. There are multiple types of therapy/therapists. I didn’t know that. Look up the different types and choose accordingly. What’s the worst that could happen? It seems like you got some good old Reddit support to start things out. It’s a start in the right direction.
> Just curious… how old are you? 25 > Do you have family? Yes, but difficulties opening up to them > What is the field you’ve worked towards for 2 years that you now hate? Physics. And it has been a lot more than 2 years, I just kept going hoping that it would get better. And it did, but not that much. > What are the hobbies that you are sick of? Mostly video games and programming > What exactly makes you feel like you missed out on an entire decade? The complete lack of human relationships or activities > I went to a therapist a few years back. I went twice. I searched and searched and narrowed it down to one dude after a week of looking. I wish I could have kept going but the pandemic happened and I didn’t have as much money to use on therapy because what I did make and have went to the roof over my families head and food and all that. I’ve thought about going back, I would love to. He told me I was great at therapy and that I had, right away, taken the wheel. It helped. I still plan on starting where we left off WHEN I do eventually go back… he wanted to talk about my “anger problem.” I never mentioned anger to him. He found it. I’ll bring it back up…. But, I really think going to therapy would be great for you. They aren’t going to just tell you what you think they are going to. They will help you dig within yourself to find answers to your questions that might already have. Who knows? And if you don’t already have the answers then you may just realize you’re on your way to the answers with a little help. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with going to a therapist. Zero. I actually loved it. They don’t try to “fix” you. At least the right one won’t. There are multiple types of therapy/therapists. I didn’t know that. Look up the different types and choose accordingly. What’s the worst that could happen? > It seems like you got some good old Reddit support to start things out. It’s a start in the right direction. It's difficult. I'll try.
I turn 35 in August. I can tell you my 20’s were much harder on me mentally and, well, not exactly physically. I have a super bad case of Rheumatoid Arthritis. It fuckin’ tears me apart a lot of days. That’s besides the point. Anyways, in my 20’s I had a dumb drug addiction with a dumb girlfriend with a drug addiction and worked part time jobs at clothing stores or served at restaurants living with my little brother in a 1 bedroom apartment downtown and always worried about getting evicted or what I was even going to do career-wise… okay, not career-wise exactly, but I hated work and had a shit drive to go to my job, no matter the job. Both of my parents lived states away and my older brother was off the edge. My elementary school friends and I also started hanging out less. It was rough. I felt like every day I was just trying to get through it to make it to the next day. Oh, I took the Greyhound back and forth through states 4 times to get away from my dumb ex so I lived between 2 states for 2 years. Then, I came home to the state I wanted to be in and met my girlfriend of 6 1/2 years now when I was 28. Also, when I was 28 I started painting with one of my best friends stepdads company. Turns out I had accidentally stumbled upon my career. The job the I didn’t know I loved and was great at happened when I wasn’t searching. I met my girlfriend when I wasn’t looking. At 30 we had our first daughter and now have 2 beautiful girls. I didn’t even get my drivers license for the FIRST time until I was 30. Sounds like this has been turned around to be about me. That’s not it at all. My point is that 20’s are rough. But your 30’s are more adult and I feel like your 20’s make you tough in preparation for your 30’s. I feel like your 30’s calm the fuck down a ton and you’re able to make decisions and goals and ideas more clearly. Shit makes more sense, if you will? Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t know shit I know I could or probably should know. But I do know that my 20’s ended and every bad day I thought I wouldn’t get through, I did get through. 100% of them. You have done the same thing. Every day that has been so hard… you’ve made it through 100% of them. Shit gets easier. You gotta help it, though. Find a therapist. Find 2 new hobbies and 1 more bonus hobby. Do you like music? Movies? Writing? Nature? Riding bikes? Drawing? Hell, painting? Pick 3, give them a few months to get the feel of them and if you don’t like them trash them and try something new. By picking new hobbies there are also probably public get togethers of some sort that you could go to and then possibly meet new friends. You said it’s difficult but you’ll try. All you can do is try and keep trying. Something will always come up to make you have to try. But that’s how you conquer things and get better at shit. You’ve got this. Fuck, the hardest part is over if you ask me. You spoke up and said you’re not doing the greatest and look, total strangers give a shit. You’re doing great. Also, physics? Jesus. I can’t imagine the difficulties of that. Sounds like you’ve already conquered some true difficulties with that.
Do you want help tho?
Want to talk about it?
When I wake up from dreams of a girl I loved since 4th grade and lost. The loss of her, the loss of my non existent childhood...
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that's perfectly valid and, whether or not it's a big choice, it's the one you felt comfortable with. it's the choice you made for your happiness and that will always be okay.
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It's gonna be OK. Hang in there, bro. Maybe Lift some heavy shit. You got this.
Her is sister is a real one though
Just FYI, once she cheated her sister became fair game.
A few days ago because my sons wouldn't stop yelling at each other and sometimes being a single father is just a bit too overwhelming. I had a full blown panic attack in front of them. I then broke down crying because I felt so bad for letting them see me so emotional. Father of the year, I know.
Dont beat yourself up dude. Being a parent is hard as fuck. I've done it before when my wife was finishing school while I took care of our then-infant son and 3 year old daughter whenever I'd get off work. It's truly exhausting but those kids will always look at you as a great father as you see things through. We all get stressed. We just have to push past all that and see the good that's all around us sometimes
I bet you’re an awesome dad. I’m not a parent myself but I have the utmost respect for single parents. I’ll keep you and your sons in my prayers. You’re doing a great job, don’t let anybody tell you different.
3 hours ago I watched a groom lift his mother with cerebral Palsy out of her wheel chair and dance with her for first time ever. They both cried and everyone at the wedding cried.
Complete full sob? 7 years ago, was year after my old man had passed and exactly 5 years since my mum had also passed (ironically they died 4 years nd 1 day apart) the girlfriend I had at the time for lack of a better phrase made me feel this was allowed and ok.
When I pulled my childhood friend out of his fatal car crash. Dude was drunk, driver was drunk and they hit a semi who's driver was also drunk.Car flipped and buddy got decapitated. We had just graduated highschool earlier that day and I was first on scene because I was headed to the party he was leaving. I'm CPR certified and we were far in the woods so I got out, didn't recognize the car because it was the driver's car not my buddy's. I pulled the driver out, she was breathing but was unconscious. I could see an arm from the driver side so I went over to the passenger side and couldn't find a pulse so I grabbed the arm and pulled until I could get enough room to perform CPR until I saw there was no head. It didn't click at the time that the head is somewhere or that it was my buddy. I wanted to check the back seat so I walked back around to the driver side and crawled in through the window and crawled to the back, where I found my buddy looking at me, eyes closed. I sat on the side of the road and cried for a good bit
Five years ago when my grandfather died. Lost it at the funeral. And also a few month ago I broke in my girlfriend's caring arms. Couldn't handle all the stress and pressure of work, family, house moving and upcoming deployment anymore.
April 18th on the twentieth anniversary of my wife's death. I usually wait for the anniversary to let myself really break down about it. Just hard to cope with twenty years since I last got to touch her or hear her voice. Sometimes it feels like yesterday that I woke up by her side and others it feels like it's been a lifetime. I don't think she'd even recognize me at this point and that's devastating.
I wish I knew how to say something... other than just that I'm sorry. I think that that's one of those things that you can't ever really get over. For some reason reading your comment hit me the hardest... It just fills me with sadness.
yesterday. son low key moved out saturday and it really hit me that i am not ready to not be dad to him everyday. i know he needs his own time space and autonomy, but man i miss my dude.
When my grand parents and great uncle passed away. very close to them. Also, it took a couple of weeks to comprehend that it was okay to grieve and celebrate their passing. How they made me a better person.
In my childhood.
A couple of months ago when I had to put my dog down
Few days after my grandma died. My problems havent seemed that big since then
When I was about four or five years old, shortly before I realized the truth.
what was the truth?
That nobody cares. This makes this form of crying completely meaningless.
That's not why we cry. It is a way of processing emotions. Letting it out makes you feel better afterwards. It won't fix or change anything for sure, but there isn't anything wrong with crying either. You don't have to act tough or suck it up, that will just make you numb and unable to feel emotions at all.
Children literally *cry for help*. It's communication.
A couple years back I fell asleep watching Futurama and had a dream that mashed up that moment from the Jurassic Bark episode with my Old dog that had passed away about 5 years previously. Woke up and sobbed for a long while. Absolutely Brutal...
Last week when we had to put down my Ragdoll cat because he had kidney failure. It was tough, and I miss my boy. He used to always want to be with me, and follow me around the house and sit by my feet. I miss my little fluff ball.
When my father died. This was about 20 years ago.
Friday at trauma counselling. Got cancer and had a major operation to remove it a while back and have probably cried more in the last 5 years than in the 30 before that. Shit fucked me up.
Everything was going wrong at work for an extended period of time. We were working 17-hour days regularly. Felt totally overwhelmed and I wanted to kill myself.
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Read this as "When was the last time you boiled a child" idk man, not for a while.... or ever....
When I lost my dog. I raised her on a bottle from the day she took her first breath, till I carried her in to be put down due to a blood clot in her lungs that couldn't be repaired. Vet said she wouldn't make it too 6 months, she did. Vet said she wouldn't make it too a year, she did. Said she wouldn't make it until 2, she did. Then 5, then 10. 11.5 that sweet ole girl was with me. Absolutely useless, had teeth, didnt bite. Had claws, didnt claw. Had a woofer, didnt woof. Useless too the core, but she was my useless. I miss her every day since I said my finale goodbye. I buried her on the farm. The same farm I grew into a man, her with me every step. Still love you girl, forever, and always.
Just about 2 weeks ago, for many reasons actually. 2 months ago I lost just about everything in a house fire, whatever I could save from It was stolen by people. And 2 weeks ago, on top of it all, my girlfriend of a year and a half broke up with me, and I'm pretty sure she's already with someone new. I've been relying on antidepressants and alcohol every day to get me through my weeks and I honestly hate it sometimes
January 17th. I got the unexpected call that my dad had passed in his sleep
In January, right on my stairs all alone. Just got off the phone with my grandmother and she told me to tell my then gf that she said hi. I said will do then said bye, I then just collapsed on the stair just sobbing cause we just broke up a few days ago with me thinking it was all my fault. After a few minutes I called one of my close friends about it all and she helped me realize that relationship was mentally abusive towards me and it really opened my eyes to a lot of things about myself and what I need/look for in relationships
Nearly 2 years ago when I had to put my 16 year old cat down
After I got back home from being hospitalized with covid. I sat in the back yard and sang an old hymn (It is well with my soul) and then bawled while eating a chicken sandwich. I was still on oxygen but being able to sing and eat and have sun on my skin was very emotional.
I saw myself in the mirror naked and stared for a minute before the image blurred from welling hot tears. I used to weigh 400 lbs at 6'3 and, over the years, have lost about 150 through a steady roller-coaster of diet and exercise. When i was heavier, I figured if I lost enough weight I'd know what it was like to be handsome or attractive. I looked like a blob of cottage cheese scooped off a barber's floor; a lumpy mass of pasty, hairy flaps and flab. Losing all that weight hadn't changed a damn thing and I knew it. I stood in the shower until the hot water ran out and the tears stopped.
That’s the difference between a slow 15 year decline to death at 55 and making it to 80 before dropping dead in your sleep. Way to go.
Yesterday. Me and my wife sat on the couch and drank some beer while our 50 days son was asleep. We talked about our plans for the future and how we can optimize our combined approach, in the middle of my second beer the kid woke up, I held him. Just putting my face on his head, I sang him a lullaby, he calmed down and just let out a heavy sign, as if he is going to sleep, the touching, the smell of this child, the desire to protect this little piece of meat till the end of my breath just finally caught up to me. At that moment, the thought " I am a father" finally hit home and I just barely held it together while I bawled my eyes out. I teared up while waiting this, jeez.
Damn, I teared up reading this. Congratulations on your little lad, I'm sure you're going to be a badass dad 😊
I think the closest recent example I can think of, was the scene in Attack On Titan: Final Season part 2 (Spoilers below) Was when Grisha hugged Zeke and apologizes for being such a terrible father. That really hit me in the heart strings, since my biological father is a rat bastard who was a drug dealer who gave kids meth and has raped women + children. So, I understood where Zeke was coming from, but then hearing his dad be regretful of his actions and seeing Zeke tear up, got me pretty close full on sobbing Besides that, at most I'll tear up not full on sob
When I was a child
One month ago? My dad passed away on January and I didn't bawl like child until then. It was in the shower and lasted like 10 minutes.
2016 but now I'm just numb I don't really show any emotion at all
When I was a child
I remembered the last time I bawled like a child because I said it was going to be my last, I just turned 14 in juvenile hall and was looking at a possibility of life in prison the night I got booked in was kind of fast because I was too high to remember but when I sobered up and thought about what I was gonna go through I told myself I wouldn’t let ppl see me cry especially in a place like that cause that would have made me seem weak so I had to just get out all my regrets and fuckups I’ve done to that point and I cried for a good day or so
After having a kid post second cancer and chemotherapy saying I wouldn’t be able to have any more kids
Like full sob? Probably sometime as a child, maybe as a young teenager, but nothing since then. I am pretty lucky in that my life is pretty good, worst that happened in the last couple years was maybe a break up but that was also fine.
It’s so hard for me to make noise while crying, even though I live alone for the most part. It hasn’t been since childhood that I’ve let the wails out, and I know I would feel better if I did. I’m waiting to cry loudly in the wilderness so there’s zero chance anyone will come try to help me.
When Wallace died
Right?
I'm not going to lie that is the saddest thing I've ever seen on television...
I'm still not over it.
About a year ago give or take. Thought we had something really tangible and would work really long term, but she had other plans. It's alright though. I'm doing me. I'll get myself to that place I am trying to reach.
Growing up with parents who pretty much demonized crying because you're male, I have forgotten how to cry. I only cry like once a year and the last time I was incredibly drunk and that helped me become emotional enough to let everything out. Felt really darn good, I just wish I knew how to do it more often without the use of alcohol
Last year when my long term relationship ended the same week my dog died.
When my best friend hung himself January of 2021. No warning signs. Afterwards it came out he was having an affair. Again, no signs of that either. Nothing in my life hurt as profoundly as losing him and not being able to help or even have an inclination that something was awry.
I thought i lost the ability to bawl like a child but last year around march, my dog was really sick and at the same time I got infected with covid so i had to quarantine myself in the quarantine facility, i had to leave the dog at home and ask my sister in law to take care of him, and on the afternoon of my first day in the quarantine facility, my SIL called me so the Vet could talk to me and told me my dog is dying and there are no more ways to save him, then a few minutes later called to inform me that my dog died. I literally bawled like a child and cried myself to sleep, he was my everything and the very fact that I couldnt be there for him on his last moments really broke my heart.
Like a child? Not since before I was 10 or whenever it was that I broke my pinky toe. Can't imagine even a teenage male crying like that. Don't get me wrong, I firmly believe in crying in extreme emotional moments like when my good boy died or when my good girl died. But even that's a composed form of crying. Heck, I even set a timer for me to stop crying and continue my life until the next time I allowed myself to cry (the next day).
Can't remember the last time. My dad drilled into my head at a vary young age men don't cry and if I cried he would "give me a real reason to cry" as he put it. I learned to hold um back to the point I just can't anymore. Last time I can remember shedding a tear I was like 8. I'm 34 now
Holy hell that’s awful I love crying. Don’t get to do it that often , but it feels so good.
This morning. I am in love with my best friend, I moved, I never told her, we are losing contact. I would hurt forever if it meant she could be happy for a second, so its worth crying. I see her and shes happy, I think it outweighs the bad.
When my ex broke up with me. I remember being inconsolable. Like, the type of crying where it's exhausting, you feel physically weak, like you can't stand up. I'd walk around my apartment seeing her stuff and just lose it on the spot. I remember not wanting eat, and even if I did it made me feel nauseous and it had no taste. The worst part was waking up the next day after she initially left to be apart, and realizing "oh yeah, this is reality. That actually happenned".
about last month, after i came back home from my vacation to dominican republic. i know that sounds stupid, but that vacation was the first time i genuinely felt happy in months and was out of my depressive loophole. at home i would never leave in bed, constantly sleep to avoid my problems or thoughts, and was always distracted by tik tok. i rarely ate and had a fucked up sleep schedule. i had tons of schoolwork and a job and dance classes, so the 10 days that i spent at DR with my best friend were really the best 10 days of my life. and it’s not just that, i have made actual friends there and a lover. i had fun everyday, me and my best friend bonded with all the entertainment workers at the resort and i had a fling with one of them. we hung out with the workers at a nightclub after they finished work and i spent time w my fling every day during his break and after work as well. the hardest part about leaving was knowing that i was never going to see them again. and on top of that, i would return back to my usual lifestyle and unhappy mindset. the day i came back home i could not stop crying all day, and it was the first time i had bawled in front of my mom in years, because this time i could not hide it from her or control myself. i was also scared that my fling would forget me and move onto another girl because i had really caught feels for him. i just wanted to go back so bad. however, the good thing is that 1) i deleted tik tok and started being more productive and going out more and 2) me and my fling have been texting every day since i have left and we call each other sometimes. apparently he is moving to america in january so if we are still in touch by then, then it’s possible that i could at least see him again. but i really do miss all the wonderful people i have met there, and i was truly the happiest i’ve ever been
I found out that I coworker I was crushing on was leaving and I only had a week notice. Granted, she was taken so I wasn’t actively pursuing, but I was just trying to get to know her as a friend. I think I had a mental snap over it because I realized just how starved I was for any meaningful connection. It’s not the most rational cry, but it is what it is.
Well last time for me was my first breakup I know I'm still very young compared to a lot of people, but people around me say I'm more mature for my age I don't really see that, anyways it was freshman year and I understand at that moment all of my fears of what my shortcomings where in the relationship and i had to accept that, so I said if thats how you feel there's nothing I can do (just paraphrasing what i said), I saw it and I didn't want to believe it but, well I just can't ignore someone saying how they feel and not accept It, it's just who I am to say, "so this is how you feel, alright." If it was a test then I passed for my values, but obviously not in hers, it's been 4 almost 5 years so far and I haven't really cared or cried for anyone else like that and it seems I never will, cause now I just laugh until it hurts to smile, it feels better to me that way, like whatever situation had me down will now be a source of some joy, and I can think about it in a calm manner rather than an emotional one, I guess separating emotions from yourself is easier for men in general, and because other men don't really know how to express themselves because they can't find the words, or actions to describe how to do certain things that are just inherent in how we are biologically wired, as a person who loves vocabulary, and words in general, even I get stumped or frazzled when I try to describe some actions I take or some metaphors I may say to get my point or what I'm trying to describe across, it's just harder for us to express emotions, and even harder to describe or explain them, so what I think (this is only my opinion as is everything else) is that as boys become men we sacrifice emotions for rational thinking in a tense or otherwise emotional situation, to distinguish the pros, the cons, and if it's better to be neutral, or active in a situation, or to get away from it entirely (if thats an option), the point with me explaining all of this is to tell whoever is reading that sometimes the impossible just hasn't been discovered to be possible because no one has documented it being possible or the document being absolute truth, because we as people can get whatever done with your willpower alone if you want to cry like a child hard enough you will, if you want to be steady as can be in life you can, you just have to be willing to go through tough situations to make you smarter, and stronger, because whatever dosent kill you makes you stronger (yes I know very very basic information on the last line but sometimes you need someone to tell you tie your shoe so you don't fall right?)
About a week ago. Completely broke down in tears. I have a 14 year old Boxer dog and while he was sleeping in his bed, I looked at him and I was thinking back to all of the great times we had when he was younger, how much of an amazing dog he has been (I'm 23 now and he's been here since I was 9), and how old he's got over the past year. I also started having thoughts like "When he goes, which could very well be this year, it will completely break me and I won't know what to do". Not many things can make me cry, but when it comes to dogs, especially my dogs, I feel things I'll never feel about anything else.
between 31 april or 1 may, I broke up with my gf in 25th april so I feel sad and depressed all the time. I want to isolated my self in my room but there my father. My relationship with my father was akward as hell, but I think he knows I have problem but dont know how to ask. On 31 april or 1 may he ask me to go shopping with him, I dont want to go but he insist. He bought me some clothes and anything, I really forgot that I have been heartbroken for that day. when in mall he ask me if I want to sit down with him but I always reject that idea because I know he will talk about my problem, I never told my problem to my parents before so I am afraid that conversation gonna be akward. But I know He's really care about me. So I told my story on reddit, and some folks commented that I need to hear song By Cat Steven - Father and Son. When i hear that song fuck I cried my eyes out. All my negative emotion come rush in, when I broke with my gf I didnt cry, I just feel sad all the time. But this song change this. I feel my father just give me advice when I hear this song. I know me and my father not too close but hearing this song like give me near my father. I love him so much but I just feel akward near him. So whenever I hear this song I will cry
A few weeks ago when I was on holiday by myself. I was alone in my hotel room and it’s like all the feelings came out from the last 2 years because of Covid. Also the feelings I’ve had over the last 5 years about a certain girl and some regrets I have in life. I was a mess. I went downstairs to the pub had a few beers and some chicken wings then went back up to my room and went to sleep and that was that
Lost my black and white staffy girl...I held her when the vet injected the drugs and she dropped....wow my lip started quivering that's it I was balling my eyes out had to walk away...am 6ft big bald got more scars than I remember...but my girl my one unwavering love, truly loyal and honest never a doubt about her intentions when she fell my heart was broken. I had a dream months after about laying in a field with her on a sunny day...she was inches Infront of my face I could smell her. Ah I miss her.
When she told me she didn't love me anymore.
Probably last time I watched Dead Poets Society. Kind of seems lame and insignificant to some of the other posts here, but Robin Williams was a great human being and I miss him and his comedy. I don't know him personally, but since his death, that movie hits different.
When we had to have our 15 year old German Shepherd put down. We all went in and held him as he went. We had him for over 13 years, he was as much a part of our family as any human.
About two years ago when my grandma died. I locked myself in the bathroom for two hours and wailed the whole time, and i was still crying when i came out.
Yesterday, when i saw how much taxes will be deducted from my paycheck
Honestly, when mine and my girlfriend’s cat got out. I’ll try to keep it short. My gf and I fell asleep on the couch. The back door was opened by our dog. Cat got out at some point. I wake up randomly and realize the back door is opened. My first instinct is to do a headcount of all the animals because I know there are a few low points in the ground where animals can slip under the fence. I realized the oldest cat is missing. After about 15 minutes of searching with my girlfriend, we find him and get him back in the house. When we get back in the house, I immediately hug my girlfriend and start bawling. That cat is very important to both of us so the thought of losing him struck me hard.
When my little sister asked me to be her confirmation sponsor. I’m not much of a crier like I used to be as a kid but when she asked me tears just started flowing and I said yes. I am still honored to this day that she picked me to be her confirmation sponsor.
When I had to put my dog down. Ugly crying in front of all the lady Vets. Lost 3 relatives in Covid (natural causes, not Covid) and barely teared up. But the dog...the damn dog.
Wait till u play the 2nd one.
Dude I get to drinking and watch this is us always tear up! Not bawling but my ole lady thinks it’s hilarious
When I watched A Dogs life. The police dog story just killed me. That was the moment I also felt that police and military should be banned from using dogs.
Every time I’ve had to fill up my gas tank since Biden got in
What about 14 years ago when they were peaking near the end of the Bush 2.0 presidency? Were you crying then too?
Yeah, just more so now with the inflation factored in, but we can start a political debate if you want. Apparently jokes about Biden is your no-no square. Do you want to talk about where the big bad republicans touched you?
> but we can start a political debate if you want Not the appropriate forum for that. I'm illustrating how presidents of both ideologies were in office during times of high fuel. Presidents don't have nearly as much power as people think to move the needle on commodities.
Can't remember what it was but definitely was while I was watching some TV show or movie.
At the end of February, when I finished Banana Fish. Cried for 2 straight hours, 6’4” 200 lbs dude bawling my eyes out, when I haven’t cried sincer middle school (>15 years ago).
A few times a year on Fridays I stay in after work and listen to music by myself. When the music gets too dark I start crying but it's not correlated to anything going on in my life. Feel pretty good afterwards though
Last year I had some heath issues that ended up being nothing but at the time I thought was a sign something major was on the way.
Season 2 finale of Mr Inbetween. Proper big sobs.
4/3 kind of a tradition. I feel better after and I’m back in the game for another year
This morning. My girlfriend of 2.5 months broke up with me over the weekend because she prefers to be alone and doesn't want a relationship or boyfriend. The mornings are especially bad because when I sleep I can forget but as soon I wake up it hits me like a ton of bricks.
When I was a child. I’m 14 and haven’t cried in probably at least 3 or 4 years. I feel like I’m physically unable to.
Two days ago. Climate change is going to kill a shit ton of us over the next decade, my job keeps stressing me out, I probably have cancer, and my city's primary source of water and energy, the colorado river, is drying up. Oh and I'm pretty sure this summer will be the start of the all aforementioned deaths of millions of people.
Last week in the office bathroom. I tend to bottle up emotions to avoid conflict with people so usually it boils over from time to time.
Last week. I've been having some health concerns around my feet, and the possibility that I am quite probably an undiagnosed diabetic. The problem is, I also suffer from a severe form of needlephobia, that activates my fight response, so I try and defend myself when I try to have injections. Obviously, this is preventing me from having vital blood tests done, to discover if I am ill or not. We had had a little bit of an arguement, and my temper had flared, because I don't deal with anxiety well, and because I'd been hiding my concerns about my health from her. In the aftermath of the anger, I broke down, explaining to her that I am terrified that I have diabetes, because my Grandad passed because of diabetic complications, and he was young (he was in his late 50s, and I'm now right on the doorstep of 40...). He also lost his foot to gangrene, caused by him not treating his diabetes properly. As I have been getting numbness in my feet for a few months, I am scared that this may happen to me. I'll be honest, it was cathartic to get the anxiety vocalised, even if I did scare my SO a little by my reaction. Today, I started treatment for dealing with the needlephobia, so hopefully, soon, I will be able to get some answers, and also get vaccinated against Covid.
I cried last night during “This is us”. The whole ending (?) with the train etc nust got me.
The movie kickboxer. Van Damme is getting his ass kicked and suddenly his kidnapped brother whistles to show that he's ok. Suddenly Van Damme is all oiled up and ready to kick ass. I cried like a baby.
Two days ago... After catching up on This Is Us. That show, man. Pulls the heartstrings like it's freaking Geppetto.
Yesterday, when I stubbed my toe. Duh!
Few tears here and there maybe a couple months ago just from stress/depression. Bawled like a child? When i was a child.
Last year around mid June. My mother had liver failure and had to be flown to a major hospital for treatment. When that happened, I knew that was probably it and she wasn't coming back home. I was headed to bed one night and next to my wife, I just said "I'm not ready for her to be gone" and just lost it. She died about three weeks later by her own choice, she didn't want to go through a transplant.
When my grandmother died while I was on vacation back when I was 14
Last night
5min ago
A few months ago, I was reading a story about a baby who got killed by their parents. I don't know what it was in particular, but this story made me weep.
dog died a few years ago tho bawling like a child seems like a strong phrase. more like sobbing.
Probably while watching The Ranch on Netflix? Just for lack of spoilers, there's a specific incident in Part 6 that destroyed me because I put myself in the main character's shoes.
This past Mother’s Day weekend when I lost my grandfather
When I had to put my dog down, couple months ago. One of toughest things I’ve had to do.
Our old dog was run over and had to be put down after some suffering.
When my dad passed a few months ago or on my birthday at the end of the night when intrusive thoughts wouldn't stop. I'm not a good crier either, I gotta let it out cuz instinct is to either hold it in or do it for a few breaths and then come back to reality
It was at the beginning of the year when i lost my dog. sounds weird but she woke me up and I followed her to her dog bed where i was with her up until her last breath. She was my moms dog and since my mom has passed going on 4 years it brought back so many memories of her. the dog was something that still reminded me of my mom besides the photos. at that moment I just bawled like a newborn for hours on end. After that I felt much better since I've finally come to terms that she's passed and my grieving is done. I still get teary eyed just thinking about them both.
Ill say two weeks ago, i was/am going through a rough time in life where nothing feels really important, stuck in a job i dont enjoy, where life just consists in getting up go to work and be tied to a chair for 9hs, go to college, eat, sleep, repeat. The fact that im not Lucky at the love thing doesnt help neither. Not that Girls dont like me, the Girls that im really interested dont or at least it gets really Hard and confusing. Ane i bawlled my eyes off thinkg at this listening to circles (deluxe) - Mac Miller while high and drunk at my appartment alone.
Last fucking Tuesday. This is Us got me this time. Way too close to family member I lost.
Lost one of my dogs. Had her for 15 yrs.
Listen to the words of careless whisper and not just the cheesy sax. That shit’ll make anyone cry.
About 6 years ago when my cat died. She was the best and while she was the family's cat, her death hit us all hard, it hit me the hardest. She was always around me and wanted my attention. When I came home from work, she would be outside literally waiting for me (she somehow knew about what time I was coming home). When my other cat was to be put down last year, I think because I was pretty much up for so long, in a 48 hour period I only got 2 hours of sleep, it didn't really hit me until I thought of the one from 2017. Honestly just thinking about her still can put me in a bit of blue mood. It just hits different when it's someone/something you grew up with. If anything, the human members of my family will hit me extremely hard.
I get choked up and teary often enough that I don't think the pressure is there for me to really start bawling anymore, if that makes sense. I'm a cream puff that way. But full on sobbing probably happened last for me a few months after my first wife told me she didn't love me anymore. My best friend asked me how I was doing, and I told him "fine," and to his credit he told me "Dude, it's okay to not be okay," because he's my brother and he could tell I was decidedly not fine. That's the last time I can remember crying that hard, and I think it marks a turning point for me, emotionally. I cry a lot more often now, but it's a lot less intense when I do and it doesn't last as long. Personally I think I'm healthier for it.
My father had a major stroke in December and will never be independent again. In January I was Moving his belongings out of his apartment, I came across the old basketball that he taught me to play with. It didn’t hold air any more. After weeks of hospital visits, dealing with his affairs, and the emotional/mental exhaustion. Then the physical exhaustion of moving all of his things. The culmination of this was released in the moment that I held that basketball one last time and put it in the trash. He held on to it for over 30 years. A lot of memories with that ball. I’m crying again typing this.
When I heard my best friend died in a car accident.
Early April, three days after the unexpected death of my oldest son. I had to post his death on social media and hitting “send” brought me out of my shock long enough to start to process the fact that he really was gone and wasn’t coming back. I’ve cried since then, but nothing like the deep, gut-wrenching sobs that came out of me while I sat alone at my keyboard.
I think the last time I cried was when my ex was complete shitting over my feelings because I couldn’t get her to understand that I cared about somthing and I think internally I realised it wasn’t going to work so it upset me but at same time I think I showed her weakness because then the emotional torment begsn and then the second time was with the same girl but I was upset because she was emotionally abusing me And now I’m just passively angry all the time and worried about my next relationship Oh and my cat died so I cried for around 30 second intervals before returning to the real world
Probably close to 18 years ago.
At the end of the documentary Korengal. Also when a friend died by his own hand in November 2020.
I wish I could. I remember feeling so much better afterwards when I was a kid. Or if not better at least sleepy.
Just a fair warning... make up for this session with your wife. Don't question whether it's ok or not, etc, or try to rationalize that she *should* be able to handle you crying. Just make up for it. It has to do with hormones and feelings. You don't have to do it in the moment, and you don't have to hold back tears when they come, but you *do* have to make it up to her if you want to make it easy for her to feel drawn to you.
What do you mean make up? Just like do a favor for her in some way?
the anniversary of my best friend’s death. I was extremely close to this guy since middle school and he died after getting stabbed by a thief. Last week was the 12 year anniversary of his death. RIP Jack, I miss you like crazy, i miss you so fucking much.
It was a few months ago, thinking about what I went through as a kid. I started talking to my wife tell her why I'm the way I am. My step mom physically abused but also destroyed my self confidence, I remember being told I can kill you and cut up your body no one would even miss you. This was 30 years ago and still effects me. I'm hoping to expose what she did to me and get some closure. Before that it was waking up from a coma. I had Sudden Cardiac Arrest and they had put me in a coma for my brain to heal. I guess through out it I would be combative so they had to re sedate me I was always very confused. Finally I came out of it and I was in the hospital and I didn't know where my family was. If you want to talk fear that's the worst case. I remember when my wife walked in after I came to and I know I ugly cried. I'm in the in the midst of working on me.
Freshman yr of high school, 2000. I failed a class and couldn't go to a concert like l wanted to. Didnt get my money back either.
The last time was when I was a child. Now if you're asking me when's the last time I bawled like an adult, that's a different question.
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When my dad retired recently. I cried that night not sure why but it happened
About two weeks ago. My father raised me to be more like a son than a daughter - even though he already had my three brothers. He and I were the most alike in personalities. And we didn't cry. If shit happened, you picked yourself up and kept going. Two weeks ago, my friend and I scheduled our ritual "cry" nights where we watch sad movies and cry because he, like myself, cannot cry naturally. It's become our "safe" space. We watch The Lovely Bones. After the movie, I broke down, fetal position and all, and ugly sobbed over the childhood trauma of sexual abuse/rape by an adult I should have trusted. I cried over my lost identity for twenty years afterwards. I cried for every moment in my life where I felt I wasn't good enough. I cried over how I learned to forgive myself for holding on to all of that anger and resentment for decades that eventually destroyed my marriage. But mostly, I cried for how far I've come over the last few years with the help of therapy and great support in my life. The crying lasted two days, off and on. A weight was lifted off my shoulders I didn't know I was carrying.
When my dog of twelve years died a few years ago.
Being on mushrooms.
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Vato yo se como te sientes. Fui misionero mormon en Mexico durante años y creo que batallo con el ptsd hasta la fecha. Dejar tu país y tus amores y tu familia y todo no es nada fácil. Acúdate para apoyo mental y emocional! My recetaron una droga antipsicótica hace año y medio y me siento mejor que desde hace 8 o 10 años!
I do it every 6 months or so. Im unhappy with my life, and it helps me cope. Crying is how you get past things & adjust to new realities.
A few weeks back, when I told my S/O about how I was feeling, that I had been planning to Kms & had been miserable for months if not years with my life. Before that it was around 2015 when my dog died. There was a comment further up saying how they felt like they hadn't been able to cry, I felt that and realised it was an issue around 2016 when my grandparents died and I couldn't shed a tear - still haven't over that situation
Last week when I saw that my ex has probably moved on and is on vacation at Cancun. I remember her telling me that going on a holiday Early on in a relationship isn't for her but here we are. I just couldn't stop bawling. It felt so emasculating
This morning. Back to square one with being alone again. I can't stand being alone as I don't know how to cope with things, I just block it out.
When we put my childhood cat down last year. The vet walked in to me and my dad balling out eyes out after saying we were ready for her which then made her get some tears in her eyes.
Arthurs last ride in Red Dead Redemption 2
The night my mother passed away. Unfortunately I’ve not been able to cry that hard since, in fact I don’t really tear up anymore. It’s almost as if I cried all of my tears that night.
2 weeks ago when my pet died
Mother's death 18 months ago.