It's like living life with your clothes on and then trying to live that same life after taking them off and being naked. It's only natural that you'd feel this way, honey. You feel psychologically stripped of the things you've been using to interact with everything. Of course that's unsettling. Don't blame yourself for feeling that way, at all. *hug*
You can hate something yet still rely on it. It almost seems like a form of Stockholm Syndrome, where the captor is your male physiology and your true female self is the one held captive. You're a prisoner within your own flesh but you feel like you need that prison to function.
In essence you are the same person. Being male bodied doesn't define who you are anymore than being female bodied does. You still love, and hurt, and want, and need, and hope. You still like art or dislike cabbages or whatever it may be. You don't change your personality and your sense of self to match your physiology, it's the other way around.
Honey, I think it comes down to this. A girl called Jillian has recently awoken from a deep sleep... and she needs time to get her bearings and find herself. She's facing the world for the first time, everything's new to her, and she needs time to adjust. Be patient with her. *hug*