How To Tell A New Partner You Have A Mental Illness

I cried in his arms our first night together. I’m not good, I kept repeating, tears falling into my ears as he caressed my face. I knew what love required, and I knew that, time and again, I’d failed at giving it because of the ways my anxiety distorted my thinking, and my panic disorder made me alternately dependent, selfish, and needy.
I wanted to write him a guide for loving me, so he could understand that when I tried to break up with him when one thing went wrong, when I change