When bad and sad things happen, everybody needs a hiding place. You can try to make one yourself (out of somebody else or another drink or keeping busy or shutting down), or you can remember that you already have one (in the God who weeps).
“’O Jerusalem, . . . [h]ow often would I have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you would not. . . .’ As He drew near, He saw the city and wept.” Luke 13:34, 19:41
I am small today, Father. Protect me.