Life is difficult, but so much more difficult for many others. We are alive and each new day holds new hope. The world is much bigger than this issue. Hang in there. May this be the worst thing that happens to you this year.
When he arrived at Oxford as an undergraduate, W. H. Auden went to see his tutor in literature, who asked the young man what he meant to do in later life. "I am going to be a poet," Auden answered. "Ah, yes," replied the tutor, and began a small lecture on the ways that verse exercises could improve one's prose. Auden scowled. "You don't understand at all," he interrupted. "I mean a great poet."
I heard a story once about an Irish poet who , when asked "What do you do when you become frustrated with the reception of your poetry "?.......................and he said, "I write so that I can continue to really know merely myself, and if no one reads my wording , so be it ! Then It may have served only to help free my soul from it's ink stained entrapment ", .........okay so I wrote that , forgive my Irish soul !