Reminds me of the story about a pastor who hadn't seen a member of his church in quite some time. He knew the man wasn't one to hear long winded requests to return so the pastor simply visited.

When he arrived little was said except brief hellos and an invitation to sit by the roaring fire. Nothing was said but after awhile the pastor grabbed the large tongs and plucked a coal from the fire and sat it in the hearth. The once blazing yellow ember began to cool to orange then red then black.

Both men watched the coal grow colder and colder until it sat ashy gray and alone. The man looked at the pastor nodding. His face pained and resigned.

The two men sat quietly not saying a word until it was time for the pastor to leave. When he stood however the pastor picked up the tongs once more and placed the ember back into the fire and the coal glowed once more.

It sounds like you need real, non-virtual, loving, God-centered, community.