I hadn’t cried in 7 years and decided to do some emotional exercises to make myself cry. So I managed to cry about 4 months ago, haven’t been able to since even with my grandmothers death. Might start trying again.
My wife had covid, and was sick enough we worried about her surviving. Maybe too dramatic, but she was very sick and it scared us both.
After she recovered there was a morning I opened the fridge and she had made me a sandwich to take to work. And it just came rising in to me that we were okay now, she was back.
I cried hard.
Damm, if your wife saw you cry she would thought you didn’t like it XD
3 months ago when I miscarried our sweet baby… It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever gone through
I’m so sorry, hope you’re healthy and holding up okay ❤️.
I’m so sorry for what you are going through. I hope you have supportive people around you. I am familiar with this pain.
So sorry to hear that, sending best vibes.
About an hour ago. I have been suffering from severe depression and just need an outlet. It made me feel a bit better though.
Hope you’re okay bud. If you ever need an outlet treat my inbox like a punching bag. Someone out here cares about you, even when you feel like nobody does (been there) 💙
Keep your head up, do what you can, and focus on one thing at a time
10 minutes ago. I cry a lot there days. I used to never cry though.
I don’t think crying is a bad thing, I cry if I’m watching a sad scene in a show or reading a sad book or something. I may not be full on sobbing (unless it’s a really heavy one) but just the tears to me feels like a kind of free emotional release. I’m a hairy man with a full beard as well, so I’m fully aware of the stigma against crying.
My girlfriend is the same! Jealous of that ability
This morning. I’ve probably cried at least once or twice a day for the past two years.
Oh no, hope things get better or are better.
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Lots of stuff. I’ve had a lot of people disappear from my life unexpectedly in the few years, for a lot of different reasons. I have a lot of people to miss. It’s hard not to be overwhelmed by the possibility of losing my current loved ones too.
Friday night. My kids made me watch Up.
Up gets me every time.
thanks to the power of estrogen, i cry all the time! i’m gonna say it’s cool, though i have mixed opinions on turning into a crybaby in my 30s
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A few weeks ago
My son (4 months old) refused to sleep and was crying/screaming for like an hour
Very frustrating, and I cried a mixture of sympathy tears and frustration tears
The last time I cried not from my son was like 15 years ago
I don’t know how yall have kids. Good luck parenting!
It’s tough but rewarding. I know it’s cliche, but I really wouldn’t trade being a dad for anything
I always tell people that having kids is like doing heroin. It’s the most incredible and awesome thing you’ll ever experience in your life. And you absolutely should never do it.
3 to 6 months if such a bitter sweet age. On the one hand, it’s when they start turning in to little people and their personality starts emerging. But it’s also where it starts to get really hard. I’m not sure if it gets easier or you get better at dealing with it, but it gets better.
We’re at 18 months and it’s a really fun and exciting age but I miss the little goofy baby. The last few months before they become mobile and tear your house to shreds are precious.
I’m on new medication and I cry at hallmark commercials. I am happier than before though
Today! I’m in hospital having received surgery on both of my legs to try and restore some mobility, I’m not able to walk unaided right now, but I’m improving every day!
That’s unrelated to why I cried, though, I just wanted to defy expectations a little! I cried because I read something that always makes me cry - Valerie’s letter from V for Vendetta - I’ve included the movie version below, but it’s pretty faithful to the original:
I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me.
My name is Valerie. I don’t think i’ll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that i’ll ever write, and – God – i’m writing it on toilet paper.
I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don’t remember much of those early years. But I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottlebrook, and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.
I passed my eleven plus, and went to a girl’s grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists – they were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew.
Sarah did.
I didn’t.
In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my hand.
My father wouldn’t look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing.
I’d only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have.
It is the very last inch of us.
And within that inch, we are free.
I’d always known what i’d wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I started my first film: The Salt Flats.
It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again.
We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew scarlet carsons for me in our window box. And our place always smelt of roses.
Those were the best years of my life.
But America’s war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London.
After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.
I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening. When things like norsefire and the articles of allegiance became powerful. I remember how different became dangerous.
I still don’t understand it: why they hate us so much.
They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long until they came for me.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place.
But for three years I had roses – and apologised to no-one.
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch.
But one.
An inch.
It is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
I hope that - whoever you are - you escape this place. I hope that the world turns, and that things get better.
But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may not meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you: I love you.
With all my heart.
I love you.
-Valerie.
Good luck with your recovery!
V for Vendetta was ny favorite movie during the most dramatic part of my life and I love it to this day.
A few days ago. It was my dog’s 14th birthday. She passed away in May though.
I lost my cat recently, the first one that was truly mine. he was only about 2.5 years old, but when me and my partner moved into the city together, he went missing shortly after we started allowing him outside access (he was born feral and always loved the outdoors).
a few weeks later he was hit by a car some kilometres from our house, and a couple of weeks after that, his microchip was scanned and tracked back to us.
I sobbed for about half an hour when I first got some time alone after finding out. I still tear up thinking about him at odd times. I’ve never loved any animal quite as much, and I wonder if I ever will again. thinking about coming home to him was all that got me through many days of work. sometimes thinking about him just makes me feel like I don’t want to be alive anymore, despite my partner and the two lovely kittens we still have.
I had some potent mustard at Oktoberfest today.
Well thats one way to get there!
I genuinely don’t remember the last time I cried. I’m a very stoic person. Stuff that makes people cry barely touches me, and that sucks sometimes. It doesn’t feel good, knowing that that source of stress relief is just blocked for me.
Society needs to have members available at all times. You are here to keep others safe when they cry
My shoulder is available to all who need it
i hope one day you can find that for yourself too
I’m not sure how to write this in the sensitive way that it should be delivered, so I’m really sorry about that, but have you ever thought about going to therapy?
The reason I bring it up is because I used to be like that too, and it was absolutely fine with me until some shit happened in my life that my usual coping mechanisms couldn’t deal with and I went to therapy for help.
Entirely coincidentally, (or not?) we got onto the topic of emotional awareness and expression and eventually we worked out that I had trouble understanding my emotions due to a neurological disorder, but also, that I had been suppressing my emotions because as a kid I’d basically been taught that people react negatively towards my displays of emotion.
Just a thought that maybe it could help you if you were interested.
I don’t think I have trouble understanding my emotions, but I probably really do suppress them. As of now, my normal coping mechanisms work fine, and I don’t see the need to fix this specific one. Maybe one day I too will have the urge, and then I’ll see what I can do.
If I may ask, has therapy helped you? Did you manage to cry?
For me, I could only really discern simple emotions and only when they were strong, and most of the time I just felt kind of neutral, even when others thought I should be feeling excited or sad I just felt kinda empty, and through therapy I realised that I wasn’t really empty, I just didn’t have an understanding of what was going on, and I was kinda suppressing stuff.
Not saying that’s what happens with you, I have no idea! I’m just sharing because I thought it might be interesting for you. And also because I just overshare sometimes!
If you were to ask me my opinion - and feel free to disagree or just ignore this, as it’s totally personal and way beyond my business - I’d say the best reason to get therapy around this isn’t because you want to have the coping mechanism available, but rather because if you’re not able to express or access the full range of emotions and process them in a healthy way, then your experience of life is kind of incomplete. This was something I discussed in therapy - why would I want to feel negative emotions, anyways? Why would anyone want to be sad or scared or angry? And from a logical perspective yes they’re helpful emotions, but aside from that, if you’re living life without that, you’re not experiencing the fullness of life, you know?
Again, I’m sure our situations are totally different, but I thought my perspective might be interesting or helpful for you.
If I may ask, has therapy helped you? Did you manage to cry?
It has helped me a lot. The reason I went into it was to come to terms with living with my disabilities and so on, and just to kind of stop hating myself so much, and in that respect, it really helped a lot. And I learned a lot about myself - some things I like, some things I dislike. My life is so much better for having gone through it in many ways, things that I wouldn’t have really thought about if it wasn’t for therapy. I have always thought of myself as quite self aware but it really made me see that what I thought of as self awareness was really kind of just self-loathing, and that I wasn’t really aware of lots of things going on in my head. I’d really recommend it to anyone, it was a very worthwhile experience.
I see. I’ll think about it, thank you for the insight, and the kind words :)
