Lonely in a Crowd

It no doubt has to do with where I am at right now, but I just read what I consider one of the best questions I have ever read. 
I reckon some background helps.  This guy was a marine.  Tough as nails.  Great soldier.  He knew how to work hard and party hard. He had a change of lifestyle.  He caught up with a mate who had had the same change of lifestyle. 
He said something that impacted his mate big time, and impacts me big time.  It is probably best I put down word for word what he said.  “Chuck, the only thing I miss is that old fellowship all the guys in the outfit used to have down at the slop shoot (Greek for tavern on base).  Man, we’d sit around, laugh, tell stories, drink a few beers and really let our hair down.  It was great!”  He enjoyed the comradery and the sense of being able to admit to things and be accepted.  He then said something I reckon goes for most the human race.  He was back in the States and admitted, “I ain’t got nobody to admit my faults to…to put their arms around me and tell me I’m still ok.”
The question then asked resounds big time with me.  “where do you turn when the bottom drops out of your life?”  To me it is a great start to have a faith and a confidence in an anchor that will hold, but there is no denying people need people.  We actually often do others a dis-service by not seeking their assistance and acting like we are an island.
I need someone I can be honest with, and still know I am loved and accepted.  I do not know there is a person on earth that does not have issues.  There are things I am not comfortable sharing with everyone, but things I need to share with someone.
I say I am not perfect, and I know I am not.  But that does not stop me acting like I am.  The fact is, I have raw nerves.  Some things are close to the bone.  Things loom as large as mountains, but I act like they do not exist.
There is no doubt I can fool some of the time, but I cannot fool all the people all the time.  That is all well and good but help so often depends on one of the people I can’t fool, caring enough to help me through what I am going through.  Suicides often tell of more than a life lost.  They also tell of a life unheard.
So often those left behind are filled with remorse and “if only.”  It is easy to say and too often (not always) I have missed the mark, but there is only a slight variation needed to make an “if only” a “thankfully”.
Hurting is a part of life.  Helping can be a part of life.  Only then amidst the good times and letting my hair down will I be sensitive enough to ask a companion what I ask now, “are you ok?”