Good evening to you! 
If you feel like an emotional blockage might be on the way, I think it might be useful to search what is causing this blockage. Maybe it could help you to understand it better and to be able to cry in front of someone else.
I used to restrict my tears in the past because I believed that other people didn't need to see me cry and I had no right to force my tears onto others, and I was also afraid of being bothersome, until I realized that it was just a part of myself, and that it's not something I “should control”.

The most important thing, I think, is to stay true to yourself; your emotions have the right to express themselves, if you feel the need to cry you are allowed to cry, if you don't feel the need to cry at a specific moment, don't push yourself too hard!

As mentioned above trust also is very important, I don't see crying as a weakness either, but it's definitely something very intimate about yourself, something you might not want to share with just anyone

I hope you will be able to find answers 

Good evening! I hope that you are well 

I can empathize with you in a way, when you talk about loneliness, because I feel lonely and confused too; I've never felt lonelier, and I don't understand why as I'm always surrounded by so many people every day.

I thought I'd say that the last time I really cried until my head hurt was yesterday, at work, when I asked one of my coworker if I was good enough, but it is right now as I am replying to your post. I feel that the combination of too many things is weighing me down, creating an explosive pressure that I am no longer able to maintain or control.

I am so afraid of being a burden and sharing my pain with others that I've ended up refraining and preventing myself from accepting and receiving genuine comfort from them; I am so afraid of bothering people through my own melancholy and fragility that I refuse to let anyone hold me or wipe my tears like I used to when I was younger. Despite how much I need it and want it.
I want to feel safe in someone's arms, I want to cry, my head wrapped against their chest, until I feel too tired to move or cry anymore.
I want to be put to sleep after crying for hours, just like when I was a child.
Realizing that I became so cruel toward myself to even allow the smallest kindness from others pains me. 
If I can reach out and touch others to comfort and reassure them, why can't I allow myself the same sympathy in return?

I thought that at least I still had my tears, that I still could allow myself to cry to relieve some of my concerns and sadness, but the tears often end up being too much and even worse; as they used to be a way to purify and dispel my pain, they slowly grow into sharp and derisive thorns. My eyes are dry and swollen and my head tingles with each new heartbeat– now I feel like my tears and crying, which used to be my escape and my comfort, have been stolen from me.

But thankfully, I do find comfort by crying through Music and Literature, and especially through si

Good evening to you!

I can relate to your relationship with your writings deeply! I tend to act out and even sometimes speak out loud whenever I let a character live through my writings as well, I think it feels relieving to let them act through my body and to let go this feeling when I'm writing! And sometimes writing feels so intense that it becomes vivid, I often have trouble finding my way back to reality after that.

I am very expressive physically, and a little too much emotional, I often feel out of place, or I feel like my emotions are exaggerated or even excessive, although they are sincere and genuine to me. 
Other people's emotions are very contagious to me, so I often end up absorbing everyone's burden, especially when I'm at work and it feels overwhelming and suffocating, to the point that the silliest thing could lead me to a horrible and painful burst of tears (I once cried until exhaustion just because I dropped and ruined a pizza I was cooking for my coworkers)

One of my coworker cried not so long ago because she was stressed out, it was such a horrible and awful feeling. I changed desks to stay with her because she was on her own, and knowing she was alone was even more painful for me. She has always been a very strong and even stoic woman; I felt the bitterness in her heart, her deception and her anger to cry in front of others. Seeing her cry made me react both emotionally and physically. It caused me a lot of pain, but I'm glad she wasn't alone and I could share my own emotions and sensitivity with her. I think, I hope, it might have helped her.

I've never met someone like me yet, I can easily relate to people and yet I feel so far away from them, I don't know how to feel about it
Sometimes I'm not sure if a coworker of mine enjoys tears or not, but I think I've met someone who enjoys seeing people cry without a doubt; my mother– she has never expressed it toward me of course, but we have talked about it because I confess to her a lot, and