Yeah, technically this should be a place of triumph, but what they didn’t show when Rocky reached the top of the steps was the four-hour cry that followed. Whether you stay at the bottom or challenge your quads through the burn to the summit, there’s still a part of you that wonders if this was the best use of your time. No one will blame you if you take a teary-eyed selfie here.

Who knew sitting next to a pile of dirty napkins and crumpled newspapers could be this exciting? The closer you sit to the front of the car, the less likely you are to see anyone you know. Also, the window seat is ideal for prime city landscape views while your tears effectively clean the dirty panes just like every sad travel montage from your favorite rom com.

Deep within the canals of one of the country’s most famous culinary delights are nooks and crannies perfect for a cry. Boasting over 70 merchants from bakeries to Thai cuisine, Reading Terminal Market is where your hanger comes to die, or your indecision brings you to tears. Regardless of your locale within the market, there’s a deli counter, line or horde of tourists to mask your sobs. Afterwards, there’s always binge-eating whatever foodstuffs get you going—donuts, German sausages, rotisserie chicken.

Spread over nine acres in West Philly, Clark Park holds summer movie nights and theatrical performances so no one will really mind that you’re alone on a blanket sobbing. The cries are scenic during the day, too! With wide open fields and plenty of shaded areas, you can kill two birds with one stone and enjoy nature while confronting your demons. For a quick tissue, pop into the coffee shops and restaurants along Baltimore Avenue and ask for a handful of napkins.

The southernmost part of the city provides a calming view of the Delaware and, if you look hard enough, New Jersey. Wander to where the ferry used to dock, transporting workers to and from the naval shipyard, for a serene cry, letting the riverfront breeze cleanse your mind and soul. Hang there for any period of time and you’ll be treated to a good view of planes overhead making their descent to the airport.

There’s nothing quite like racing a group of fourth graders on a field trip through this historical landmark. Though a transparent plastic barrier prevents you from crawling into Betsy Ross’s own bed, the comfort of being in her bedroom provides solace. Supposedly haunted by Betsy’s ghost who moans throughout the house from time to time, weepers have an easy out if anyone claims the whimpers took away from the educational resources.

You’re in need of some form of home good, hence your visit to Ikea in the first place, but the reason for such home good is potentially rooted in a life transition. You’re vulnerable, full of meatballs and the parking lot is spacious enough where you can pull into a spot close to Chick-fil-A and prepare for the eventuality of when you can't back into the pickup parking spots and end up dragging your Malm to the car alone.

After a long day, you have more in common with "The Thinker" statue than you do with your own family. Embrace the sculpture's pose and watch the tears fall to the ground. The serenity of the gardens with its central reflecting pool and lush shrubs is sure to bring inner peace when everything else feels too chaotic to function.