Sitting in the hallway in a position that resembles the tornado drill position that you were forced to assume during middle school morning announcements when they ran that fucking siren... so you find yourself like this... head down hands on neck... wanting to cry BUT YOU CAN'T... so you struggle to figure out what to do next, but nothing comes to you. Just get out of this, somehow...

Well, IF SO... quit being such a melodramatic butt queen and kick yourself in the **** real hard. Sissy!

I find that I feel like you describe sometimes. I know I am pretty sensitive and can 'feel' others' pains. It builds up in me and I find that there are times when it can get the better of me. When confronted with this situation, I have found a great release in doing charitable work with my music. I often do acoustic solo shows at senior centers and some hospices. I feel so good after lifting the spirits of others, and singing all those old Fifties songs is great fun.
peace

Sounds like a mental health crisis.

I keep letting myself get in the way of my life.