Be careful when in love

I find myself torn. On one hand I'm trying to be more open and honest with everyone around me but it's particularly hard as the last year I have spent living mostly literally alone in a tent. Interaction came mostly online. I had secluded myself for the safety of it. Only speaking to people I found myself working with. (You can work while homeless in America it's just tricky).

Now I'm living in an apartment but that basic connection between seclusion and safety has me kinda messed up.

I like helping people. I'm not a true misanthrope... I've just kinda been trained now to isolate.