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.

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    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.

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      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.

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        I am also a hairy bearded man and I love crying. I’ll cry at sad and heartwarming scenes in shows and movies. Pretty much equally split between tears of sadness and tears of joy. Full on sobbing less frequently, but often enough.

        The physical release of tears can be incredibly emotionally cathartic (I imagine that’s the idea?). I usually find myself calm and collected by the time the tears dry.

        Stigmas are stupid.

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      I cried just the other day. I get stressed out easily and was crying over interpersonal relationship issues with my coworkers lmao.

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    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.

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      Book version:

      I don’t know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me, and I don’t know who you are, but I love you. I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won’t be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I’m writing it on toilet paper.

      I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl’s Grammar. I wanted to be an actress.

      I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson’s class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn’t.

      In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart.

      But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it’s all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.

      London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I’d go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn’t mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that.

      Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in “The Salt Flats.” It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine’s Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life.

      In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody.

      In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I’d seduced her. I didn’t blame her. God, I loved her. I didn’t blame her.

      But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn’t live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . .

      They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can’t feel my tongue anymore. I can’t speak.

      The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I’ll die quite soon. It’s strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody.

      I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one.

      An inch. It’s small and it’s fragile and it’s the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

      I don’t know who you are. Or whether you’re a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.

      Valerie

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    About an hour ago. I have been suffering from severe depression and just need an outlet. It made me feel a bit better though.

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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

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        It’s tough but rewarding. I know it’s cliche, but I really wouldn’t trade being a dad for anything

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          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.

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      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.

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    One of my birds died a few months back and I cried in terror for the other one (who is still sick on and off). Up until then I thought all my tears had been burned out by a 15 year family court struggle with my abusive ex.

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    This morning actually. I ran the sound system for a memorial service today. Young man lost to gun violence, not even 25 yet.

    Felt weird for getting choked up, because I didn’t actually know him personally. Just hard to see all those people hurting because of a senseless and violent tragedy. And rough to know that his life ended so early and all that potential was just gone in a moment.

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      It’s perfectly natural to cry over the loss of a life, even if you didn’t know them personally. I think the man’s family would be comforted that even a complete stranger was moved by their passing, I know I would.

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    I’m currently battling a burnout. Well, I was at the step just before the burnout. I lost my best friend who died in March, and it really made me fall down the downward spiral.

    After that, I used to cry randomly, without reason, or for the most ridiculous reason.

    Like, sitting in my 4 years old son’s bedroom and tidying his books, and I’d start bawling, wondering how the hell did I end up having this little guy in my life, and what did I do to deserve it.

    That was one of the… Normal days.

    Fortunately, I asked for help before it was to late. I’m on medication, and things are much, much better now.

    I’m quite the sensitive guy and I cry easily, but this was way, way worse that what I’m used to.

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      That’s an extremely difficult situation to deal with. I’m glad you were able to get some help. It’s very easy to spiral down and sometimes you might feel like you deserve that spiral, getting out can be a real climb.

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        Getting help was the easy part, fortunately. Long live antidepressants. The chemical in my brain were highly unbalanced. I can’t imagine what would have happened had I waited a few more weeks.

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    I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed.

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    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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    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.

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      Society needs to have members available at all times. You are here to keep others safe when they cry

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      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.

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        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?

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          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.