So, you’ve suddenly woken up to the fact that you’re 39 (Volts) and people aren’t finding you very useful any longer. The job isn’t exactly electrifying, the bills are mounting up, you haven’t seen your transient (husband) in micro-seconds, there seems to be more negatives than positives, and everything always avalanches on you at the same time. You can only take it to a point, and then you snap, right?
Yep, that’s a breakdown, baby. A good ol’ mid-circuit breakdown.