My mental health is destroying my relationship and idk what to do
Hi, I am 19f and my boyfriend is 21M. We’ve been dating on and off from April to June last year but have been committed ever since, so a year+ we’ve been together. I’ve had anxiety and depression since I was about ten. At the moment, I’m dealing with CPTSD, general anxiety, panic disorder, emetophobia, and just a bunch of shit mentally. As well as GERD and endometriosis which definitely wouldn’t be as bad if my mental state wasn’t so bad.
My mental health took a nosedive when I was 16, avoiding social situations, many foods, eating out, panic attacks, trouble sleeping, etc but Zoloft and therapy helped. I also deal with an alcoholic and BPD mom who is very off and on and I’m unable to heal while living at home but I’m in college and not financially independent. Which adds more to the mix. But at the time of meeting my boyfriend, I was in a very good place. Continuing to date him, I noticed my attachment issues arise and some anxiety never went away but I was able to talk myself down and we were also mostly long distance at the time.
Then, after Christmas my mental health got bad after norovirus and food poisoning within the same month (emetophobia = fear of vomiting). And when we moved back into college in January of last year, I was not well. Panic attacks often, anxiety, retreating, and depression. It continued on and on and my boyfriend held hope but felt depleted. I became more reserved in return but it only made everything worse. I would shut down when he’d bring up issues in our relationship, as in freeze and be unable to speak until I break down crying if he kept asking me to say something (which I recognize we’re both at fault here now?) but we moved past it a bit. It’s also very difficult for me to be intimate which he has expressed has been an issue as he uses sex as a coping mechanism (bluntly) and still pushes me to my limit where I have to say no and it just makes me feel worse.
EDIT: just wanted to add, I adjusted my Zoloft dose and will continue to titrate up, see a psychiatrist monthly, a therapist weekly (soon doing a IOP program). I can do social activities occasionally with the help of Ativan but I am in no way functional as stated.
In the interest of length I’m trying to make this the most important paragraph…. now we’re in summer. He is doing an internship about 300 miles from our hometown so I’m flying sometimes to see him. And I’m not doing well this summer. I’m at home most days with my mom and I have severe CPTSD mostly around her. I’m constantly emotionally exhausted, I jump at every sound, I’ll have panic attacks that last hours and I’ve lost 10 pounds. I struggle to eat and feel nauseous every time and then panic about that and I have anxiety just walking to the store or down the street or just being at home and forcing myself to eat will make me cry. My boyfriend is at his wits end. I’ve invited conversations where we talk about our relationship, and possibly a break up and he shoot’s it down or even said he would “rather have the shell of me than nothing at all” yet he subtly expresses his frustration with me at other times. Believing if I change my mindset, force myself out, eat more, etc I will feel better. That I don’t do those things.
The other night, he RSVP’d us both for a house party. I said I don’t know and he said he knew I wouldn’t want to go but I should try. I didn’t know how to feel about this because he knew I wasn’t doing well. He said he will just go with another friend and I said fine, which I think annoyed him. He said he hasn’t gone out in a long time and is missing out (because of me). And he really wants to go. I said just go without me and he said he doesn’t want to leave me or he will feel guilty. Then today, the day of the party I still said I don’t want to. And he seemed annoyed and said “fine just sleep in all day and then stay up at night on your laptop and not touching me. Have fun with that”. He saw me starting to cry and I said he just wanted to help me and help me get out and feel better. Then restated the same points that if I get out more I’ll feel better. I said he doesn’t understand which made him angrier. We haven’t really spoken about this since and it’s been a strange. He’s asleep now and I’m up with anxiety in the living room. I love him. He loves me. But I’m getting close to the end. And I think he loves another version of me and is grieving me in real time.
I just don’t know if I will be better soon and I can’t deal with his disappointment when my family calls me a loser and antisocial constantly. Are we just not right for each other? Is it just the wrong time? I don’t want to be like this but I feel like he’s making it worse. But he’s almost all I have