There's nothing to be done for it but to soldier on, Wacky. I know that sounds cold, but I can't comfort you. Nobody can comfort you, because what you've lost is so personal to you that if I tried, it would feel hollow and stupid and selfish, even.
What I can tell you is that I hope you feel better in time, and that I believe time can accomplish that, no matter to how small a degree. There's nothing more I can say without lying to you, and that I won't do.