Why does saying "Goodbye" to Pokemon hurt so much?

Basically, I grew up on Fire Red and Gold, and then would later play Platinum, Heart Gold, White, and Sword. But where the journey was approaching its end was after playing White, and I could feel it standing at the edge of Undella Town after having completed everything there was in the game. I wasn't a kid anymore, and the real world wasn't going to welcome me with open arms as I may have thought. I wouldn't be able to distract myself from my bad health, or the fact I was lonely, anymore... The days went by and I tried to hold onto whatever I could get my hands on, be it manga, adult games, or anything else that could numb my senses. But, they could never replace the bond I had with Pokemon, and so till today, I am left scrambling searching for everything and anything that can make my life seem worth living. Yes, I'm afraid to lose any more of what has already been lost, because I don't want my life to end with nothing to hold onto. Now I'm not the religious type, so touching on that won't help. I just wish people in the real world had a bit more heart, loyalty, and that everything wasn't so materialistic. No, I don't need intercourse, fancy cars, or a house to call my own, I just want to make friends and for us to be able to support each other along the way. In today's world, is that really too much to ask for? Is love and friendship really dead? Is what Pokemon stands for just a farce and parody? I need to know.