I've had a few.. But my latest was near the very end of the school year.
Nicole had found out I was cutting. And she went to Tara, of all people, to discuss it. Tara told her that I had been contemplating suicide, which was not any of her business, nor was it anybody else's.. But after I heard all this, that she had convinced Nicole that I was some suicidal freak, I told her that I hated her. Wanted her out of my life. She started blaming everything on Nick, telling me that all his problems had become my problems, telling me why I was doing it to myself when she didn't even know the beginning of it. She didn't know the feeling and she had no business telling me what was wrong with me. I cried in front of the class and none of them did a thing. They went on with their projects. The teacher didn't say a word to me, and I was three feet from her desk.
After that I carried on with my day and ignored everybody else as long as possible. I sat alone at lunch and apparently my entire [former] lunch table was crying over me. I could have cared less, really, but according to Nicole, during their Language Arts period Tara had started wailing and the teacher asked what was wrong and she told her everything. So her and Nicole were sent to the nurses to repeat all of it. They called me down after they had left and we talked it over, I bawled my eyes out, they called my mom, she took me straight to the doctor for more anti depressants, which have only helped with the anxiety attacks, partially.
By then, just about everybody in the grade had heard that I had "tried to kill myself" and "covered my scars for months". It was absolutely pathetic. I went back for the last four days of school and avoided talking about it, but that's what I'm known for now, no doubt. I'm transferring schools, though, which should help quite a bit.
People tell me they did it to help me. I didn't want help, and I honestly didn't need it. I had stopped already. It only put me under surveillance for months. It only upped my dose by 25 mg. It made me end the school year on a bad note with a lot of people. I lost a lot of peoples' trust, and I lost trust in a lot of people. They still don't know quite a bit of the entire situation - cutting my thighs to hide it, breaking my own fingers - they still don't know, and they don't have to now that I'm better.
I stopped self harming. As for my mental state, it's improving. So.. Yay.
I don't have mental breakdowns very often, but I tend to keep my emotions to myself and finally explode when I reach my breaking point. Not the most fun thing ever, but I usually feel a lot better afterward.