i had a “heart to heart” with my aunt, who i thought was more understanding. she starts giving me advice, which i never wanted in the first place, and has the audacity to comment “what are you stressed about” and making implications that you need a reason to have a mental illness. i didn’t ask for bpd and mdd. if this was for shits and giggles, i would’ve given up the act a long time ago. i need my fucking meds to function like a normal human. she even pulls the “i didn’t mean to upset you” bit. omfg