In some ways it was worse, because I got better and did things better, so he needs to change to keep up. In other ways it's better because I'm more open. After telling T about stuff that I've never been able to tell anyone else, it gets easier to tell someone else a bit of it. He knows my depression is getting better and my anxiety is less, generally, except when I've hit some rough patches. But it's my safe place to dump my **** I only wish it was every week instead of every fortnight.