I have been seeing my SO for almost a year and he pretty much never wants to have sex anymore, like maybe once in 2 weeks, and we live together. All I've heard from him lately is him teasing me about other girls he sees, him telling me I'm hard to go out with because I get emotional/aggressive when I'm drunk sometimes, him teasing me about how I can't dance...but he says this stuff all as jokes so I can't even get mad about it without being a bad sport. I just saw a show he's in with a bunch of amazingly talented and attractive women dancing and singing. I sing too, but I'm shy, and the girls in the show are better. he hasn't made it a point to compliment my singing or really anything else about me lately but he's been teasing me a lot about random girls he sees cos he thinks it's cute when I'm jealous. I asked him for a compliment today (yeah I know it was desperate af), and he said "you're pretty, I love you" and got confused and frustrated that that wasn't enough for me to feel better. I haven't felt sexually or intellectually attractive to anyone in months. My friends are far away and they're all getting closer to each other than they are to me.  So naturally I'm terrified I'm losing them and gaining no new friends to make up for it. Due to a history of abusive relationships and a dramatic life in general I don't even want to talk to them about my problems anymore because I'm tired of being that friend. They even used to joke about how I create drama in my relationships cos I need it. Since my childhood I've been the friend that is always having boy trouble or is depressed and being dramatic. I'm finally in a place where I stopped talking to my friends about that stuff and seem like an easy going person and they actually respect me now. But like yeah that makes me feel more alone cos they have no clue what's going on in my head and how tortured and helpless I feel all the time. My new therapist has been really helpful but she keeps pronouncing my name wrong and making random generalizations about my family dynamics due to my race/culture that are only rarely accurate, and it really seems patronizing the way she insists something "must be" because of my culture even when I argue that in my case that isn't true. 
My family doesn't even understand or try to acknowledge that mental health issues are a thing. My partner tries...but he's too caught up in his own depression to be able to give a shit about mine. I hate my job, it's probably the one thing that's going well for me right now but it's stressful and not something I give a shit about. I just don't have any motivation or self esteem to move forward to do something else with my life, I've been crying myself to sleep like everyday for 4 weeks now, I'm so tired.