For those sunny days that won’t shake the blues, heading out to Ocean Beach during sun fall will provide a Cinemascope-esque backdrop for a good weep. The sloshing waves should help muffle your gentle sobs. A nice walk along the beach after weeping will help dry your tears. Bring a blanket and some tissue. It can get cold out there. So very cold.

So pretty and touching it hurts, Konstantin Makovsky’s “The Russian Bride’s Attire” (1887) shows a young girl as she prepares for her wedding day. No one featured in the painting, save for the male figures, are happy. A harrowing and striking piece that’s also an ideal backdrop for bringing on any marital water works.

Too many pedestrians on Judah. They’ll see your tears. And 19th Avenue is practically a freeway. Instead, head over to Kirkham Street in the Outer Sunset for some solace. Walk west toward Ocean Beach. By the time you hit tte water, your tears will have dried up.

For masochists who really want to feel uncomfortable in their lovelorn pain, we recommend heading out to Lovers Lane in the Presidio. All of the happy couples walking by hand-in-hand will have you looking right into the abyss of loneliness. Bonus points if you do it all while listening to the “Everybody Hurts” radio station on Spotify.

“Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it, and my heart is just going to cave in,” moped the brooding emo teen from American Beauty. One could easily describe the Lyon Street Steps in such an overwrought manner for they too are, in a word, stunning. And at the very bottom of these steps, you can park it and have a good solid cry on one of the benches. If the unbridled beauty doesn’t get your eyes leaking, then the nearby multi-million-dollar homes, which you will never be able to afford, will.

Of all the parks in the city fertile for blubbering, no patch of grass is as chic or FOMO-inducing as Alta Plaza Park in tony Pacific Heights. For added tear-duct prodding, gaze at the multimillion-dollar homes surrounding you, gasp quietly, and ask yourself, “Why do they get to have it all? What about me?”

This gorgeous church in the heart of Nob Hill is not only a glorious place to connect with one’s higher power, but also a choice spot to sit in silence for a stress-releasing cry. So haunting. So beautiful.

A good cry can be summoned by the look of an orphan dog or cat in need of a loving home. One look into your new pet’s eyes will get your ducts overflowing.

Preferably while wearing a floor-length mink coat, mascara running down your cheeks, looking into the mirror and wondering why all of this money hasn’t bought true happiness.

You can hop on a bus at the temporary Transbay Terminal or simply get on any bus (not during rush hour, good lord) at any stop, head to the back, look out the window like you’re in a ballad music video, and then let it out.

The long walk down Pier 14 will give you enough time to work up the emotions to bawl once you arrive at the end. Better for a good cry on the weekdays rather than weekends; fewer tourists to ruin the melancholia. What’s more, the sweeping views of the Bay Bridge and expansive bay below your feet will make you feel like a grain of sand lost in this big, complex beach we call life.