Always, I want to. I stifle it, it wells but I resist. I can change the channel in my mind, one of the lucky few who can I suppose..... but it's there, always there. Sometimes easily triggered. On prosac the crying killed me. Zoloft did not work/no effect on mewhatsoever. I'm seemingly infected by the sadness that exists in this world, & in my world. I've gone off on crying spells before, & I suppose that experience has made it easier for me to stop them now. Though I don't really know if this is better, or worse for me. I've heard the phrase "having a good cry". It let's something out, that's good for you! For some it's too easy to turn the sadness into anger. :blink: And for me. crying is contagious. Monkey see monkey do.