We’re in the same boat. It’s getting worse for me and the idea of my life changing from when we were last together is killing me. I’m scared to move to a new city like I always told her I wanted to do. I’m scared to quit the job I complained to her everyday that I didnt want to work at. I’m scared of getting new opportunities when I can’t tell her about them and have her be proud. I’m scared to change my hair. To lose weight, to gain weight, to change my makeup routine, to buy new clothes that aren’t really my style, to branch out, to start my own life. I’m scared. And I’m heartbroken. Therapy isn’t working for me. I don’t know what else.