I feel that way too, too often I'm hiding so others won't have to see my suffering. I feel like the irl limited, censored info that I've shared is brushed off, it's too intense for them. So I hold back on my stuff, be the good friend who listens until I can't anymore, then the isolation for rest comes. One friend I tell more than others. But today I felt really crazy, like rage at small work problems, panic get me out of office ASAP, screaming in my car. But the friend, I can't tell her about any of that, might see me as someone too unstable to want as a friend. Doesn't make that a truth , just ideas that go through my head. So I do feel ya.