Hey Pandas, Why Did You Cry The Last Time You Did? (Closed)

When they blew up the Enterprise at the end of Star Trek III. Not trying to be snarky or funny for once, but somehow that hit me even harder than Spock's death at the end of II--felt like a part of my childhood was gone. Never been much of a crier in real life--not even at my mother's funeral--but reading some of these posts makes me realize what an awesome life I've had. Sorry for everyone who has suffered or is still suffering.

I re-watched a video of my partner crying with gratitude for the holiday we went on to an exotic location.

My boyfriend had cancer and passed away 2 years ago. I didn't cry when he passed as I had been expecting it. It was several months earlier when it hit me that he was terminal and wouldn't be around much longer.

Yesterday, at a professional baseball game. I moved to the US a little over a year ago and I still tear up when I hear the national anthem.

My best friend told me she was having a baby. I sobbed happy tears like an absolute idiot. I know how much it means to her and I'm so happy for her. I have gotten so many little baby things for the cutie!

I REALLY cried more than a year ago on my grandpa's funeral. People that didn't even know him were talking like he was their best friend. I cried so much that I couldn't even hold the candle I was supposed to hold. 😭

My dad has Parkinson's, and on top of all the other abilities he has lost, he can barely speak or write anymore, and it won't be long until he can't communicate at all. The almost complete communication barrier is already excruciating, and soon it will be absolute. Along with other mental issues, I have agoraphobia (meaning it's extremely hard for me to leave my apartment), so I almost never see my dad. I miss him, and I know he needs me both emotionally and practically, but while my sisters are breaking themselves helping him and keeping him company, I can do next to nothing for him. The knowledge of my dad's constant suffering and my sisters' extreme stress (on top of everything, one of them was diagnosed with cancer last Fall) as well as my longing and all-encompassing guilt are the main reasons why I cry almost every day, and it was the reason why I cried most recently - even though my beloved stepdad died a little under two months ago, and my mum is getting lonely, which breaks my heart as well... I was deeply unhappy in life before my dad got sick, and I've been through some very painful things in my time, but the pain caused by my dad's sickness is beyond anything I've ever experienced. It's eating me up, and every day is hell - although less so for me than for my dad. ... I'm writing all this for therapeutic reasons, yes, but more importantly in an attempt to raise awareness. I want you all to know that Parkinson's disease is not "just" something that makes a person tremble; it takes everything away from them. It attacks every part of their system and gradually destroys them, and it hammers away at their loved ones, too. So if you get the chance, please donate to Parkinson's-related causes. That nightmarish, hellish disease must be fought.

The last serious bawl I had was in 2020 when news of Hana Kimura's death broke. 22 years with the world at her feet but taken away because of a miserable reality show and internet trolls. I followed that up with quite a lot of hate posts for the series, which in retrospect, wasn't the best of moves but I was sad, angry and pretty much only felt despair at the time. Didn't help that my dog who lived to be 11 had just died before I received the news :-(

Haven't had much to bawl about since but there have been times when I teared up remembering what transpired in 2020.

Probably when I was a little kid and got injured. Idk I don't cry much

I have depression. The last time I cried, like many other times, had no particular reason. I wasn't crying and then... I was. I was bawling. I cried for next to 20 minutes.

Last night. We had a house fire about six weeks ago and have basically lost everything. We’re staying with my husband’s brother right now and I was trying to use the computer and things weren’t working out and I basically had a two hour weeping breakdown.

Allergies.

I thought my dog had cancer. Apparently, he ate a bunch of rocks and the vet thought it was a tumor until surgery happened and they pulled rocks and feminine products from his stomach.

The first time I saw my daughter wearing her wedding dress

I rarely cry, but I feel sad a lot. So I have a lot of debilitating health problems. I'd been feeling especially bad for a while and my doctor hadn't been able to find out what was wrong. I researched my symptoms and side effects of medications I had been taking and found the most likely culprit. So I told my doctor, and she's like "OMG! I saw your blood work and that you were low on 'blank' and 'blank', but I thought it was because you're taking 'blank' medication. But it's actually a dangerous side effect of a different medication, and you have to go to the ER NOW!" So now not only did I feel like c**p, I also had to worry about getting to the ER, making the doctors there believe that I ķnew what my problem was, (because my own doctor is outside of the healthcare network in my small town and the hospital doctors here are reluctant, if not downright opposed to listening to their patients), and managing not to get admitted while still receiving the correct treatment for my problem. It was all just too much. I just broke down, thinking how I'd lost almost a year of my life to this illness, wondering why my doctor hadn't figured it out sooner, and also, knowing that I was low on the the two components in my blood that could cause coma, heart attack and, obviously, death was extremely upsetting. Then I just started thinking of all the depressing things going on in the world today, mass extinction, our ruined climate, etc, and it just broke me for a bit.

I believe it was because I got into trouble for something my sister did. She was looking for snacks when she was told not to. We had the same colour shirt so it kinda makes sense

Yesterday. We been trying for a baby for around 5 years ( thanks tracking app !) and for around a week I have been receiving 5 pregnancy & birth news. Its awful. I'm happy for all of them but it really is painful and sometimes I really cannot take it anymore.

Yesterday (50m), after getting home early from work.
Spent the first part of the morning caught up in the shooting in Auckland which happened right where I get off the ferry each day. The rest of the morning was with my two younger co-workers (one had been with me during the shooting), making sure that they were okay. Fielding calls from work and family making sure we were okay and messaging my kids in case they saw the news.
Left work early so I could be there when my kids got back from school.
Not the scariest situation I've been in, not the most traumatic, but thinking about how to frame it up for my kids and the frustration and concern that this could happen in NZ.

The only time I cried as adult from pain was getting a long row of stitches out after wrist surgery. I’ve had lots of surgeries.

Today while watching 20/20 on Hulu about the Uvalde school shootings. So incredibly sad.