I cry a lot, too, and am finally okay with it. Whether I'm happy, sad, frustrated, pissed off, scared, overjoyed, and many things in between. Acts of kindness from others really gets the waterworks going ,too. It's my body's way of releasing pent up emotion, and I spent so many years fighting it, not wanting others to ever see my tears, for fear of being thought of as weak. In survival mode, weakness isn't an option. Not recognizing the different modes needed in each moment due to overwhelming fear and having no solid or healthy foundation to build upon creates a whole new level of challenges that so many face.
I have to stuff my pockets with tissues wherever I go, and there's a box in each room of our house. Laundry time is a real hoot when I forget to check my pockets. lol Even taking my morning walks along the same very safe paths surrounded by beauty I'm very familiar with, I always see/hear/touch/taste/smell something that overwhelms me and causes me to just ball like a baby. I now make time for it and welcome it with a desire to find and understand the roots instead of trying to stop it and fix it. When I'm listening to others talk, I feel their pain, too, and cry along with them, or sometimes, it seems, for them, as they're still too fearful of opening up the dam. Salt water can be very healing, via tears or the sea.