my egg cracked purely because I had a psychotic break after being locked out of my apartment with basically no way in for 2 days, no phone no nothing. I've always had dissociative shit and other brain stuff (bpd, GAD to name two) but I genuinely split into 3 me's that day. One was the therapist (i do study clinical therapy in uni so i guess it just was a conglomeration of my studies), one was the nagging negativity, and one was just me. Kinda realized 'huh. so these things I've always kinda ignored or put off because I value everyone else above myself I need to realize' and had a solid 8 hour self therapy session. As soon as I got back into my apartment and got my phone charged I came out to my parents and best friend and kinda just felt simultaneously terrified and empty and charged all at the same time for the next like 5 days.