Does anyone ever truly show the whole of who they are? I would say no. It's not to say that people are constantly deceiving everyone, though some are, it's simply that we show the world the best version of ourselves that we find to be appropriate in that moment. It's human nature. Seems to me like you are psyching yourself out a bit. Anxiety can be crippling.
As far as the isolation, you have the power to change that. Get out of the house and maybe go to the park or go to a local coffee shop and start a conversation with the cashier or something. Get out of your own head.
Find someone to love. Even if it's completely platonic, just a friend you can feel comfortable sharing laughs with. Go volunteer somewhere maybe. Work is a terrible place to attempt to socialize with people because honestly you cannot ever really trust someone at your workplace. I've heard stories of people being fired over office rumors. Shit like that, unfortunately, does happen. Work is not really a place to open up to others, so maybe find someone outside of work to talk to.
As far as the isolation, you have the power to change that. Get out of the house and maybe go to the park or go to a local coffee shop and start a conversation with the cashier or something. Get out of your own head.
Find someone to love. Even if it's completely platonic, just a friend you can feel comfortable sharing laughs with. Go volunteer somewhere maybe. Work is a terrible place to attempt to socialize with people because honestly you cannot ever really trust someone at your workplace. I've heard stories of people being fired over office rumors. Shit like that, unfortunately, does happen. Work is not really a place to open up to others, so maybe find someone outside of work to talk to.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
