Jumped on the divorce train a few weeks back and living alone for the first time in a decade. I feel I'm in a pretty decent head space and just taking it day by day, but everything just seems so meaningless at this point. I used to go though my days supporting my family and improving our lives. There was a routine, mutual expectations, and a 'why' for everything... but now there's none of that and everything is just lacking meaning or worth. I know I'm not the first nor last here, so I'm just wondering how others tackled this junction in your own story.