So is Anyone Else out there Insane?

I wonder if anyone else feels like they are alone on this planet: Damaged Goods-too broken to ever fit into the puzzle again.   I have tried-I really have.  Therapy, mental wards, rehabs, locked wards, suicide, self help groups-all of it–in the end–I am not like the rest of the humans here.  I don’t get them and they don’t get me.  It kinda sucks-I wish I fit in.  I wish I could connect with someone-anyone-at all–but I can’t.  I wonder when a person has been scarred so bad that they cease to be recognizable-cease to be what they once were.  At what point does the scarring on top of scarring on top of scarring replace what is scarred over and become something completely different-no longer a scarred knee or a scarred mind–but a glob of scars unrecognizable to anyone…nameless….the scars have replaced everything that made it what it was.  That is me. I am no longer able to relate to anyone here…no longer human…not plant or animal or human…but here none the less.