His anxiety is tiring me out. our story:

Hi there, I'm new to these parts and wondering if anyone else here is living with a significant other who suffers from anxiety. I seriously need to vent to someone who understands what we are going through.
My boyfriend has had issues with anxiety and depression for at least 8 years. we got together about a year and a half ago and he lives with me. We are a young couple - I am 24 and he is 27. After 3 months of dating he was facing the end of his lease. Due to his issues he was unemployed and not physically able to file for unemployment insurance or social assistance.Even the stress involved in filling out a simple form or a questionnaire sends him into panic mode, I guess his brain just freezes and he is unable to think at all. I invited him to move in with me and waited patiently for him to take things at his own pace. Things were going well, he finally struggled through an interview and found a full-time job after 11 months and was starting to pay his bills again and help with the household expenses. After 3 weeks he was sent home from work and told to go to the hospital and ask for a crisis counsillor. They put him on effexor, gave him one meeting with the counselor and sent him on his merry way. Effexor helped for a while, but then it started making him sleep 16 hours a day, through his shifts. He was not awake long enough to feel any anxiety. By the fifth day of this I realized that he had actually slept 20 hours that day and would have slept longer if I didn't force him to get up, so judging this situation to be an emergency we went to the hospital to get him off the pills safely but all they told him was to take them before bed instead of when he woke up. He said he was treated like the doctor on call was late for his lunch and just wanted him to leave. He decided to quit cold turkey without assistance and went through withdrawls for another week and a half. When he was finally feeling better and ready to work, he went and got a dr's note from a walk in clinic (again a stressful endeavor without the aid of medication but I was so proud of him for staying calm even after we waited in the reception room for two hours).The next day he was on his way out the door to go to work when he got a call from them asking where he was and saying the dr's note was not enough because we didn't get the right box checked off and they would discuss what was required when he got there. I don't have to tell anyone here what an ambiguous comment like that does to the mind of a person with anxiety. He went from dressed and ready to take on the world to crying in bed with the lights off and unable to talk within minutes. He refused to see another on call doctor to get a medical leave granted (sick of jumping through hoops and trying to explain his problem to so many people when it's hard to even talk at all) no doctor we asked would be willing to do it anyway as they were not familliar enough with his ongoing case and wouldn't take the time to look in to it. He has since lost his job. I finally convinced my family doctor to take him on as a patient and we have an appointment for him to meet her this Friday. His credit card company has started bothering me because he has stopped payments.I feel like my life is disappearing into his illness. I fought for about a year to get over a bout of anxiety so I have a slight idea of what he's going through but it was nothing of this magnitude. I feel so helpless and afraid of what's to come. I love this man with everything I've got. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. His good qualities far outweigh anything bad I have ever seen. He is somehow convinced that he's just a bad person who doesn't deserve to be loved. How can you convince them that you love them for all the other great things about them when they feel like their entire life is the sum of their illness? It breaks my heart to hear him say things like the only reason he's still alive is because he has me. It's so much weight to put on my shoulders and I feel so guilty if I lose my temper in the face of his bizarre behavior. I feel like my patience and empathy are drying up. His neglect of his grown-up responsibilities are starting to bother me more and more and I feel like even though I am so mad and frustrated I shouldn't be because he is so fragile and I know it's not his fault. I can only be mad at his illness but sometimes it's hard to remember that it is the thing in control and not him.