I thought that too, for like 20 years. Then I started going back to therapy, now I'm actually on the whole happy to BE at work. Never really realised how much I just needed to have someone I paid to at least pretend to listen. He says I pay him to be on the call, he listens because he wants to.

I have really close friends who always say/said if I needed to talk just shout them. I would occasionally talk surface level shit, I didn't want to burden them with all the shit roiling around in my head. And weirdly after I started seeing my therapist, I started talking to them more about shit that was tearing me up.

Worked for me, maybe not for everyone, no size fits etc etc etc.