I had a breakdown when my grandfather died. It was like a bubble that burst, everything came flowing into my mind. It was the first time I had told anyone. Fortunately I had sensible people around me. A friend made me realize this wasn’t a matter to be taken lightly, things had to be sorted out. According to her, I started to drink a lot while telling my story, I was only interrupted by my friends vomit breaks. It wasn’t easy for her to take my story. After several hours of that, I collapsed. After that I got major depressions. I could have my doors locked for several days in a row.