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This probably won't fly here, but I was a "sensitive" child. I cried a lot about anything, threw fits, left birthday parties or sleepovers if I was mildly offended, pretended to be sick to avoid seeing people, etc. I got sick of it, joined sports, taekwondo. I cried a lot. I failed a lot. I eventually stopped, as my confidence grew. I taught myself through action and observation of my peers that I had no reason to be sad, I was just experiencing life.
I carried this later in life joining the fire service. Academy, and my probation year were super tough. Lots of hazing, and obviously physical and mental professional challenge. Once or twice the insults were sharp enough I felt tears welling up, but was able to reflect on my past confidence, channel my emotions into effort, work, etc. I used their insults as fuel, and became better.
It's not perfect, and not for everyone, but exposure worked for me, by eventually doing 2 things:
I'll admit I had a good family, and a girlfriend during fire academy, so I always had someone caring about me at home, so I could "rest". That probably makes this approach more reasonable.