[xkcd-sucks]

My girlfriend gives me reason to keep living and not kill myself on my darkest days.

When I wake up sweating and shaking and panicing from anxiety, my girlfriend gives me something soft and comforting to hold and pet. A girlfriend reacts and loves you and distracts you by licking and being playful and in your face.

Having been alone and suffering from this for a decade prior, I can say for sure my girlfriend helps me.

What croc of a psychiatrist calls me "codependent"

[bucketsjimbo]

You don't call someone on SSRIs codependent. You call it treatment.

Codependent implies enabling bad behavior. My dog doesn't enable my anxiety. My meds don't enable my anxiety, they treat it.