you don't have to come to me perfect

I read a really interesting passage in a book today about friendship.
Additionally I have had a really rough day - up and down - all over the map
and it's distressing some. I wish I had a better grasp of things.
The bad anguish makes me feel isolated, like apart from others - 
yet I realize we all have this at times. I may feel 'less than' in the process, in the grips of it,
but what I am recognizing is that we don't have to 'come to others' all perfect
and self possessed. I think a friend should be someone we can come to 
and be ourselves. Warts and all. 
I don't feel like a very strong person as I have only managed to manage my illness.
I do have a job - and a routine I keep- but when I imagine others out there - I think of 'the every man"
that we are taught to think of - who has the career, the spouse, the house, the kids and nice car.
I wish I could validate myself for fitting somewhere outside the box.