I continue on to the best of my ability

I'm a month into the semester, and things are going ok. I keep saying that, "I'm ok" b/c I can't lie and say I'm doing well when people ask. For the most part, I am ok. Well, now that I'm on meds. I totally lost it a few weeks ago when I found out he's already dating someone and that he had been for a few weeks by the time I confronted him w/ my suspicions. My thoughts were so out of control I was having panic attacks. I was doing things I normally wouldn't b/c I had no control over my thoughts. So, the meds have helped me be more even, more logical, more under control. But, then there are still days, like today, where I'm depressed, I'm sad, and I don't accomplish anything despite needing to do work which makes me feel even worse about myself. I'm doing my best to move on; I really am. I'm still in therapy every week, and I really am trying not to hold on to what's no longer there. I may still love him, but he doesn't love me anymore. I have fantastic friends who have been really, incredibly supportive, but I'm always afraid of being too dependent on any of them. I don't want to overburden any of them w/ my pain. I know, I know, that's what friends should be there for, but I can't lose them too. I can't handle that. It's hard enough trying to do all that I need to do, but I'm trying. I'm really trying.