I'm really fighting, therapy and meds helped me out of the hole and gave me the opportunity to function better, work, study, etc. But the thing is, I'm not happy. While doing the stuff every adult has to do in order to have a life is possible, I'm only actually happy when I'm with my girlfriend (F/22).

Her family is pretty shit and she has a small group of friends (we are both pretty reserved people), so her availability is always good, we share a good life together. But sometimes I feel like if my only happy moments are with her, I'm going to be very dependable and I don't want her to carry this weight. She gives me so much support and knows when I'm struggling, which helps a lot, but I'm afraid of how much she means to me at this specific moment.

And the thing is, my life doesn't really revolves around her, I like watching movies with my friends, I love my family and hanging out with them, love to do things by myself. I'm just not happy doing that lately. I have spent more time with family and friends lately, she is happy I am because she knows how much I missed them during the pandemic, but in the end I end up only distracted from sadness by these moments, not really enjoying them.

Anyone went through something similar? How do I balance this?