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My story is about when I was diagnosed with Anxiety and Depression at a young age.  Depression to me was when I saw my own mother got into her car and drove off to Florida after dropping me off at my dad’s parents house.  And I was 4 and a half years old, almost 5 years old. And just thinking about this story gives me HUGE flashbacks. As I grew older my depression and anxiety and PTSD grew bigger and bigger and sometimes I felt I wanted to take my life. But, instead of taking my life I started cutting myself. But since I was 17 my mother came into my life and things were ok but not like it is with my father. My father and I have a HUGE father- daughter bond. But I wanted to have a mother and daughter relationship to work for my mother and I. But getting to know her was hard, she only came back to me for money and doesn’t care about me.