One of the hardest parts about all of this is the nagging feeling, deep down inside, that I'm being a baby and that I should be able to just shrug my shoulders, take a deep breath, and get over it.

Hmm. Y'know, all of this sounds rather eerily like the one bout of genuine Depression I've had, a year or two ago -- right down to the feeling that I didn't deserve to be so unhappy, and the desire to just climb into bed for days.

Take care of yourself, keep an eye on yourself, and don't go feeling guilty about your feelings...