<human>: I've been seeing a gal I met on OKCupid (it works, people) for about six months now and, just like most relationships, it was the tits starting off. I couldn't get enough of her. She'd lift me out of my funk and we'd go all sorts of places and do things. Lately though, something has changed.

Two years ago I was living in Manama, Bahrain and started seeing a psychologist for anxiety issues. Lo and behold, anxiety's asshole of a sibling depression came along with it. I never got prescribed meds (minus some Ambien to help with sleep here and there) and thought I'd be good. A year later, onboard an aircraft carrier, the anxiety kicked in full-swing again (in the midst of a deployment). Once I was back home (fast forward two years from the start), I started dating my girlfriend and felt like I was on top of the world.

Well, anxiety and depression didn't give a shit and tore me down anyway. It has gotten to a point that I'm stressed so bad about work and school that I flip my shit over minor infractions. Hell, I rolled down my car window and yelled a guy who almost hit my car because he didn't use his turn signal to unleash a flurry of profanities so obscene and loud that people in a building one block down yelled at me to take it easy. Honestly, if the driver of that car would have gotten out to confront me, I would have physically killed him and not felt bad.

Now I'm starting to feel guilty of bring my girlfriend down. I'm not as outgoing as I used to be and I can't find joy anything. Sex seems like a chore. She assures me that I'm not affecting her negatively, but I can't entirely believe that. I don't want to drag her down.

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<bot>: Shitty mental conditions are impeding my ability to enjoy girlfriend's company (or anything, for that matter). What do?