I think that some of that is part of our illness. We are convinced that no one loves us, could possibly understand us, we are too messed up to deal with etc. In spite of the fact i am married to a wonderful man and have a family, I struggle too with loneliness. and it is hard. I am so afraid that everyone will give up on me as a lost cause and disappear from my life. but the reality is that there are people who care and show it in small ways that I , in my depression sometimes miss. I can only imagine how you must feel sometimes dexter.