<human>: Can you condense the text into three sentences or less?

First of all, I've been battling with depression and anxiety for two years now. Right now I'm in the process of stopping my medication with congratulations from my professors, therapist, doctor and family. I wanted to write this post here instead of /r/anxiety because I think my illness isn't the real issue here. 

My now ex-boyfriend had trouble with anxiety too, but didn't think anything of it and refused to treat it. I didn't mind so much at first but his very negative mood started pulling me back. I was making so much effort in my health and seeing him just drink the problem away was hard on my motivation. My family noticed this and started warning me against him, going as far as uninviting him for the holidays and family suppers. I got super angry at them for making him feel even more lonely and awkward. 

Despite this though, we had a wonderful time, taking care of each other, listening to our twenty-something-existential-anguishes. We both have difficult relationships with our parents, not so healthy friend circles and great but demanding careers ahead of us. We were thinking of living together soon and hoped to see our relationship grow strong and old. 

Sadly, he had promised me last may to see a doctor/therapist before the 1st of September. I gently reminded him all summer long and he ended up not going and telling me he didn't need it. I was offended, I felt betrayed since it wasn't the first time he lied to me. I was exhausted of supporting him all the way and feeling like a nurse/mother. I packed up and left.

Since, I can't stop thinking I'm just crazy, that I ended a promising relationship for selfish reasons. I hate my guts and feel horribly lonely and helpless. My anxiety is sky high and I don't know if I did the right thing.
<bot>: I split up with my boyfriend because he wasn't making any effort to treat his anxiety and broke his promise to get help. I want to know if I'm the one who's screwing everything up.