Hi all, for those who don't know my story, long story short, I'm a 19 year old dude, been dating this girl for 6 years now. Hugely in love with her. She was my everything and I felt so happy and comfortable with her. However, for the entire time we dated, I never told her about my attraction for men. I was so in denial about it all that I even convinced myself that that part of me wasn't even real, or that everyone felt the way I did-everyone was attracted to both sexes, and everyone was just in denial of the part that was least socially acceptable. This girl wasn't my method of proving a point, she never was.. I loved her for her. Still, I put so much emphasis on sexuality, even though right now deep down I'm not sure it's such an important thing. I tried, time and time again, to convince myself I was straight. Obviously it didn't work though. I was very confused, confused about my sexuality.. was I straight, gay? I felt different things at different times, but with this girl, it was always the same, I loved her. I recently came to the conclusion that I was bisexual, and in my head, the idea of me telling her (the first person to know anything about it) and me living guilt free, brought me immense happiness. But I guess I'm not comfortable at all with my sexuality, because since I've told her, things haven't been the same. We're still dating, but gee, we're hanging by a thread. It's not her, she was as awesome as awesome goes when I came out to her. She accepted me completely. But like I said, we're just not the same. I'm not happy anymore, even when I'm with her.. I just feel anxious around her, and it feels like something isn't right. About a month before I came out to her, I was hugely anxious about it all, and had a couple minor panic attacks, and since I've told her, I've been depressed. Three months down the track, and there's no improvement. Some days are obviously better than others, but overall it just hasn't been good. A close cousin of mine, who suffers from anxiety, believes I have it, too, and he thinks this is the cause for my unhappiness-with her and without her. I don't think he's totally wrong. I ALWAYS convince myself of the worst-my relationship is over, I'm going mental (giving me a panic attack), I have cancer, you're a threat to everyone around you. I know this is a big question, and I don't expect anyone to have the right answer, but what should I do?
