Ah, human-ness revealed at last
I am weak.
I am a fallable human being, who on occasion needs the crutch of others to survive the on going journey. I stopped having chemical depressive episodes (as much, anyway) after I'd moved to London, and started having good friends who I could "talk to about shit" because, hey - big fucking surprise folks - you need to. Why is this such a difficult concept to get around? We're communal creatures for God's sake. We don't get on well when we're lonely, and you still are basically lonely if you refuse to converse with the people who love and care for you, be it in relationships or friendships.
Humans are a constant balance that can change hourly between ego and insecurity. the point is to recognise yourself in that existential mix, then recognise that regardless of what you think, you're not alone, and you must not, should not refrain from talking to people who always will be happy to listen. For anyone to imagine that they're not happy to is ridiculous. Worst case scenario, ring the Samaritans. The point is - you are not alone.