Matilda, just rads rest if your post. I can only retain snippets of info, so respond bit by bit.
I completely understand where you're coming from.
I really do.
I find that even without trying, I put Mr Smiley face on around friends because, 7 times out of 10, I'm genuinely pleased to see my visitors (friends). But they know.
I made a Facebook group. I dragged friends and acquaintances into it. It's a secret one. And I spilled. I told them exactly what you have just said AND that I was scared that they'd not stick around to support me - as I needed them like life rafts. I did. Still do, even though I feel like I've approached, fallen and am now on the river but in shallower, smoothe-flowing water vs rapids.
They stuck. A few didn't. I felt terribly hurt by a couple who never posted even a 'xx'. Those who sent messages like this and never contacted me again (will now copy n paste for you):
Hi Karen, the text I sent u was not delivered. very strange, so sorry for delay. I am very sorry to hear what u r going through and my heart goes out to you. I can only imagine the pain u r in. Just stay positive and believe that everything would be fine and it will. Thinking of you. X
And this:
I will surely make a plan to come to visit. Take care.
Me: lovely. Just let me know which day you'd like to come.
Them: nothing. Ever. Again.
Back to me: but despite the odd hurt and non-'friendship' realisation, I've been overwhelmed. I added to my group everyone who expressed concern or said the casual 'let me now how it goes'. I went against (with all the mental strength I could mister( those insecurities/ little voices into head that said 'she won't care', 'I'll look needy / selfish/ whatever'. My need for 'life rafts' kept me grabbing on.
I was absolutely overwhelmed. I've learnt so much. I used to think that I was alone. No friends. Just acquaintances. Turns out I owed more credit to those acquaintances, that people do care. That I'm not alone. And that scary fucker of a black hole I was falling into, was closed. The hands seemed to mesh together under my (achey) bum.
Brought me up again. I was able to face everything I was going through.
I had MN and this secret FB group.
Damn it, they even got to know about poo-gate!
Lol
I held nothing back.
And humour popped out. Surprised me. I became me. Warts (emotions and, literally, shitty stuff too). I became 'brave' on there as I thought 'what the hell. If they can't handle it, they won't read it'.
I did get a bit freaked out a week or so in when only very few responded on the group. I posted that I was hurt. (That was scarily honest for me) and that I would remove anyone not interested or who couldn't handle it, that I'd possibly not be able to were I them, etc.
I had a number of texts and FB PMs to say 'please don't remove me. I care but I just don't know what to say'. I was touched. So I left it. I carried on blurting my stuff. And it's actually reeeeeerrally helped me.
Anyway. I've no idea whether this is of any interest or help. It's not a suggestion as FB isn't for everyone and, I suppose, it did take some guts (not that you've not got guts). I was pretty desperate for support n scared of falling in that black hole.
Just thought I'd share it.
Back to Breaking Bad now, and soup before druuuuugs.