Perhaps is this feeling truly precious, the feeling "I can't go on like this, there must be another way." Broken, helpless, but not hopeless are you. There is hope in your honesty, that's what you got. That was really important to me, that I am honest about my fall - it is really, really hard to come here and write: I fell. And you did that and it is really really hard to honestly say: I am helpless.
I think it is good to cry, because there is hope in that, because in our tears we pray to Hashem.
After that moment I felt, that I could still do a mitzvah. That there is a meaning to my life. Just one mitzvah I could do, an act of chessed.
And then you see, there is meaning, Hashem gave us the ability to be a Mensch, to live, to love, to be free. And then the sky brightens, you're still not yourself, but you can smile.
And then of course is when, the daily routine comes back in. Yes, with all our sick middos, but hey: there is another way.
Sorry to sound poetic, but in the face of death I always allow myself a little poetry. ;D Hm, I use it when I fall hard, since I get the same feeling.
You are not alone.
Love
-Michael