Back in 2002, about a half year after my divorce became final, I made a solo trip to WDW to try and cleanse the palet. The previous two years had been nightmarish with major changes in my life that I wasn't prepared for. Financially, emotionally and just hit by a truck feeling. I knew that the marriage of 29 years was close to over and that didn't bother me as much as the question of 'what now'? All my life I had planned on being married and walking through life with that person. I was too old and fat to attract anyone and wasn't even sure that I wanted too.
That trip to WDW was the lowest I had ever felt in my life. I would sit on a bench (like Walt did) and remember all the good times with my family and felt that it was all over. I had no one to share those memories with and it was just almost debilitating to even think about it. That was when as I have said in other posts that I went to CoP and Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow was blaring away. I thought to myself that it was such an opportune time to be hearing that and then it came to me that I was my own worst enemy standing in my own way of making changes that were needed. I resolve at that point, somewhere on Main Street USA that I was going to fix that.
I went home and directed my energy on making a new life. A new occupation, a new attitude. It worked. I started correcting all that was wrong and less then 10 years later I had built myself up a savings that was sufficient to allow me to retire and move to North Carolina and be with my daughters. The only thing I'm battling now is aging and that cannot be won in a good way. But, I am able to just accept that this happens and I should do the most that I can to keep myself going for as long as I can.
As for the tearing up... No, I did have a bad case of self pity, but, when the different wave hit me it was more of a feeling of purpose and direction... not something that I would cry about, but, certainly something that was an emotional highlight of one of my trips to WDW.