Hi my name is Adam, and Im a college student. Ever since middle school I've struggled with anxiety related problems from OCD, to social phobias. My junior year I decided I wanted to change all that, and get over my anxiety. I started to hang out with friends more and doing things and just trying to enjoy myself. I even summoned the courage to tell my mom about my problems, and see a therapist. Things started to get better, and before long I even asked this girl that I liked since freshmen to the homecoming dance. She said yes, and my confidence soared like no other, and I had so much self esteem like never before. Although I still had that anxiety lingering in me I managed to overcome it and go to the dance with this girl as well as talk to her. A few months after the dance I eventually asked her out and we started dating. At this point I felt like I fully triumphed over my anxiety, and even stopped by therapy sessions. Everything was perfect and my anxiety was at an all time low. I wasn't depressed anymore, and started to fall in love with my girlfriend which brought a mix of such great feelings, and confidence to myself. I had many friends, I was on sports teams, and had my beautiful girlfriend. Everything was going perfect for me and my junior and senior years were the best in my life as I finally had everything I wanted. After highschool ended however things started to change. Towards the end of summer that anxiety/OCD started to return again and those unwanted thoughts started to return. It all started when my girlfriend and I started getting really close. We really started getting to know each other and telling secrets about ourselves. Then one day I thought if it would be best to tell her something about my past that I found to be really embarassing. Before our relationship, starting in middleschool, I was in to cybersex, and going into those types of chatrooms. I thought I should tell my girlfriend because its a secret I had to get out and probably in doing so we would feel closer. I had my reservations however, and didn't think it was necessary to tell her, and that she might leave me, or look at me the same way. So I decided not to tell because it was something in the past before our relationship and it didn't matter in the present. But for some reason I couldn't just let it go at that. I kept obsessing over whether I should tell her or not, and if I didn't I wasn't getting closer to my girlfriend. I could not stop this repeating thought, and it eventually evolved into if I didn't tell her I didn't deserve her. This launched me into a depression because I thought I did not truely deserve my girlfriend, and I even sought help on sights such as this. All those wonderful feelings of love started to be eclipsed by the constant anxiety as I felt like I didn't even deserve to have the feeling of love towards my girlfriend. Having that feeling of love taken over by anxiety is the worst feeling I've experienced because what I had thought I had beaten long ago just came back worse and was starting to ruin what made me so happy. I continued to dwell and dwell until the repeated thought just became ingrained into my head. I started getting headaches, and even having a hard time paying attention in class. I couldn't believe how fast I had become depressed again. Eventually when summer time came I decided I couldn't deal with the reoccuring thought, and finally told my girlfriend. She was in shock, and it upsetted her at first but realized that it didn't matter because it was a long time ago and that she loved me, and that it wasn't even a big deal. I was relieved, but found that confessing didn't relieve me of this anxiety and depression. My anxiety almost immediately found something else to dwell on! I began to dwell on the fact that I watched porn once, and lied to my girlfriend that I never did these things. Well the WHOLE process started again and I had that feeling of guilt, and feeling undeserving of her love, and pretty much anything. My depression just kept getting worse and it came to the point where I just lost all my confidence in myself. A year later.... again.....to relieve myself of the anxiety I told her. She was just a tadbit upset, and said it wasn't a big deal, and although she didn't like that fact that I watched the porn that I was making too big a deal out of these things and that I shouldn't let it get to me like that. After this I immediately started crying and told her about the anxiety and how it was ruining my life, and blowing stupid things way out of proportion. I am depressed and it feels like my anxiety finds every little flaw I do against my girlfriend to be a huge relationship ending mistake and that I should immediately tell her. I know these fears are stupid and irrational but like all anxiety and OCD can't just be turned off. Please help Im at my wits end. I really love my girlfriend, and Im happy with our relationship but I just really need help with myself.