When I was falling apart and at the depths of my depression almost 2 years ago, I cried a dozen times a day at work. I would sit at my desk and cry quietly. It was impossible to hold it together. I would try to cope by walking down the hall to the bathroom, or climbing a couple of flights of stairs to another floor, or going outside and walking all the way around the building. At least I would be away from my co-workers, if I got up and left the big office where my desk was (15 people shared the office). I also cried every time I got in the car, even if my girls were in the back seat. I would just cry silently and hope they wouldn't notice. If they did notice, I would tell them I was under a lot of stress and it was OK. Some mornings I could not make it through the drive to work because I would be sobbing, and the closer I got to work, the worse it got. I would try to stop, but couldn't. I had this one city park I would pull my car into that was near work, and try to stop crying there before showing up at the office. Sometimes I was unsuccessful and would be late to work. I became a terrible employee. Some days I could not get it together enough to show up at work and would call in sick. I hated those failures. At that time I was seeing my first counselor and was in crisis mode. I would go to her office and pretty much cry the entire time, very quietly, sitting there with her. Sometimes we didn't even say much. And this was the counselor I wasn't really connected with, but she did help me. It was nice to be with someone you didn't have to pretend with, that you could just cry with and not have to hide it. I did a tremendous lot of grieving for my marriage during those days. When you realize at last it is over, there's a lot of sadness.