2009-2014, when stupid companies delayed paying me during my freelance period. Put me in a financial crisis. Fear of opening doors when bell rings. Fear of opening letterboxes, cause both may contain evil stuff that will kill me. Now, it was a time I'll never want to happen again, however I also learned. Made me even more empathic.
Second period of grieve goes on from 2022 till now, but I gradually gets better. This is about relationship, broken heart and still open wounds on my soul.