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I cry every day.

The other day I was watching a comedy and laughing really hard and the next second I was crying

But I hate it if other people see me cry.

Waterproof mascara and sunglasses are a very good option at the moment. Plus long hair to cover all my face.
 
I have had times where I had those "emotional flooding" episodes - I can't stop, it's on and on, gushing deep from within :cry:. I have gone through times when I have cried at every place where where I spoke with other members, I was known as the "crier" :p, but what the hell, it was safe territory. There are times I am totally withdrawn and actually feel nothing, nada, in my own world, very protective.

I guess I don't much care think about if other people see me care, I really could care less. I have never seen it as a weakness, more as a cleansing even though I was ridiculed constantly by my mother and brothers for doing it growing up.

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I cried a lot when I developed the depression, the mental anguish and anxiety/panic was so bad I ended up going to the hospital. I haven't cried since, although a good movie sometimes gets me close.
 
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wow. thanks so much for all the responses. I'm so appreciative.
I also cry, not from sadness, but as someone said.. from being so angry I can't see straight and from complete frustration from feeling all the toxic feelings that flood through me.
 
I've cried twice since the incident that apparently brought this PTSD on (I did not cry at the time of the incident, although I was quite horrified). I cried once when a guy I was dating accused me of killing the person who suicided in front of me. I didn't cry in front of him. I cried in the car after I left. The second time, which was a couple of weeks ago, I was feeling incredibly anxious, self-destructive, and having lots of suicidal thoughts, which frightened me. After getting completely emotionally annihalated by the one person I tried to express my feelings to, I called the suicide hotline. The guy on the other end asked me to rub my belly and take a deep breath, and then said "doesn't that feel a bit better?". I wanted to rip his balls off, and I burst into tears. Other than that, crying just doesn't happen for me.
 
I don't think I've ever cried because of the events that led to my PTSD, which is odd, because I cry for a ton of other things. I cry during Titanic, I cry when they move the bus on "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition", I cry when I miss my family and my pets, I cry when my boyfriend and I argue, I cry when I think about others crying, etc... I've become quite the crier in recent years, hah.
 
Yeah I agree, when I had my severe depression bout, I cried more than I ever did in my life. I feel like I am more in touch with my sensitive side now that I have a decent handle on things. It is different when you are drugged up on anti panic meds though, and some other drugs can make you quite numbed. Dissociating when I'm feeling anxious is a little numbing as well.
 
I cried in church this morning because the memories of fearfulness from my childhood came flooding back to me all at once.

I cried for the little girl who snuck around life trying to be perfect and quiet, never complaining or causing trouble, always trying to read adults moods because she knew how bad what could happen could be.

I looked at my daughter, thought about how I badly I fail her most of the time, and cried some more.

I cried again when I asked God where He had been when I had needed Him most, knowing in my heart that the answer was that He had been there all along.
 
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