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Have you ever read The Hobbit by Tolkien? There's this everyday average guy living in a quiet little village. The biggest problem he usually has to face is whether or not to have a third breakfast, (and the answer is usually "yes").
One day he gets caught up in a grand adventure. He walks hundreds of miles, meets people of new races who have very different ideas of how life should be arranged, battles fierce monsters, learns how to deal with troublesome (dwarven) coworkers, finds a magic ring, puts his life on the line in a battle of wits, and helps in a small way to liberate a wealth of gold and antiques from a deadly dragon.
When he finally returns home, he finds himself somewhat different from the other villagers. I don't remember if he tried to tell them stories of his adventures or not, but he eventually figures that they just will never "get it". Sure, there's a part of our protagonist who can chat about the weather, or what tobacco is best, or how many breakfasts is too many. But there's always going to be a part of him that I'm sure is quite alienated, and lonely even when his fellow villagers are right there talking to him.
This loneliness that you're experiencing isn't selfish - it's simply something that bipolar disorder leaves behind.
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