Is it normal introspection and knowledge is hell?

I have read too much online about people and relationships, I've analyzed myself too much. Yes, "ignorance is bliss." I'm painfully self-conscious and self-aware.

It seems like the less you know, expecially the less you know about yourself, the happier your are. Things feel so out of reach for me, way too far away. There is a wall between me and others. Everyone else is real, I'm the fake one.

Others live their life authentically. Conversely it seems like I am living my life but not really, instead I am observing from the outside, nothing I do is "real" somehow. Or is self-awareness just being self-absorbed?

Introspection feels like a curse, I feel like my life is ruined in large part because of it.