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My history of probably isn’t as extreme as others, in fact I know for certain that it pales in comparison to people I know. Still, despite this, any time I hear any form of these words I start to sob. It’s an impulse at this point to cry, immediately think that I’m about to be punished even if it’s about something as mundane as not doing a chore. 

I forget about it sometimes, I forget that I suffer from mental conditions on top of the depression and the anxiety. I forget and when it comes back it feels like I’d much rather throw myself in front of a car than deal with consequences that don’t even exist. 

I hate it. I want it to stop.