I would advice you to abstain from any stupefacients, men included.
And to have a hard talk with yourself about you ever feeling this vulnerable and raw, ever again.
Realize you don't, and focus your energy in making something that's good for you and your self esteem.
Be happy and move on.
I tell you this because I did the exact opposite, and it failed miserably.

As a nurse, I object.

First of all, why do you feel the need to drag God into this kind of backhanded compliment? I wonder if in your mind women are more or less special than down syndrome kids or paraplegics?
Second, for some of us, God is just your imaginary buddy.
As a woman I don't feel like God's pet, I don't feel it's a special gift, just a happy conclusion of a biological process. Caused by the the need to propagate the genes and expand the species.
You know; flash and blood and urges and passions. And human rights.