Since there are some here who mention a reluctance to let go with tears, maybe it won't hurt to give a personal example to indicate it isn't the end of the world:
I was in a men's group and we met with a therapist every other week. The objective of the group is to provide the kind of mutual support that builds trust and a willingness to explore truthfully men's issues, encluding being too cut off from feelings. Over a period of many months I explored a rage issue. I allowed myself to get more and more angry, slowlly week by week pouring out more amd more rage to the point where I beat my thighs black and blue. The rage was a protection and reaction that was a cover for and substitute for pain and hurt, because one night I snapped out of rage and fell into deep and prolonged crying. I cried and cried and cried osme more, I'm donig it now, because suddenly I was a little boy in the fourth grade who'ed beautiful beloved puppy had just been run over in the streat. I had stuffed that grief. I had no idea and couldn't believe that after so many years I could actually be carrying around something like that. It was simply mind blowing.
This incident was tied to lots of other things from that time too though, and there is still more pain burried there, but I KNOW in a way about which there can be no doubt, that we can be completely unconscious of what is really at the heart of our motivations. Also, I know that the feeling there is no end to suffering comes from how vastly deeper our past pain really was as compared to what we think.
So if you're pulled down into a sea of tears, when you break surface again, don't be surprised if you come flying out ot the water and soar for a while. One less Boogie Man in the closet.