My first breakup. I was a depressed, socially awkward teen who relied on him for all my happiness. I couldn’t stop ugly crying for 3 days and couldn’t make it through work. I also couldn’t eat anything except small amounts of chocolate and cheese for those 3 days. But then I recovered and travelled the US alone so that was pretty cool.

The other thing that breaks me on occasion is having flashbacks of my childhood. Being held down for blood draws, forced to perform on stage and having traumatic losses with pets. I’ve had moments where memories are so vivid I can’t sleep just feel like I’m reliving it and can’t escape. But those moments are very rare.