Originally, like truly originally, I started thinking about it when I was 11 or 12. At the time though, it was so easy to bounce back. I'd cry a little, have a bad day for a few hours, and then see a funny joke and be alright again. I started taking it seriously at 17 when I realized I might never be free of my mother. After I finally was, I pushed the idea aside for a little while, but then a lot of really horrible things happened back to back to me. One in particular happened around two years ago now and it completely destroyed whatever hope I may have worked up in that time inbetween. There was nothing left. That's where it all went truly and honestly wrong, though the original problem was always my mother and all the damage she not only caused but led me to chase in others. So to TLDR this answer: I guess the original break must've been when I was 11/12. The true and honest, "I'm done with this" break occurred when I was 20.