We like to live in beautiful bubbles. Built by our really imaginative minds that prefer to twist reality into a way and form a perception that works better for us. Sometimes, things happen to burst the bubble and you are out of the sterile world you carefully crafted.
You still have some traces of what you initially thought you had, but not in the way you thought you had them. Building the bubble back is not going to be easy. Neither is accepting the reality. How do you cope?
Accepting that you lived in a reality infused fantasy is a funny admission. Is that what helped us evolve? The ability to see how things could be and create that atmosphere even if only in our heads? That way we are still watchful but have the ability to continue to dream and delude ourselves and not give up on life? I dunno.