Foyez,
I have once walked where you now tread. It is a wonderful thing in such times to stumble upon
"Footprints on the sands of time;
footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again."
The poem "Eloisa to Abelard" by Alexander Pope was this for me. It brought to me a certain solace and hope.
A sample from it is below.
If you are a Christian chap as well, I would recommend 2 Corinthians 1 (particular verses 3-7).
God be with you, my friend.
Jeremiah
"Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,
And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe;
Those still at least are left thee to bestow.
Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie,
Still drink delicious poison from thy eye,
Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd;
Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.
Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize,
With other beauties charm my partial eyes,
Full in my view set all the bright abode,
And make my soul quit Abelard for God."
http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Eloisa_to_Abelard