I lost my best friend of 18 years, and perhaps soul mate, after a tragic death. Once the initial shock and extreme pain started to lessen I questioned my own existence. "What am I hear for?" "What is God's plan for me?" "How can I help others?" I couldn't help my best friend it was too late. So I started my own website educating people on how they could die of carbon monoxide poisoning, so maybe I could save someone else. Eventually I didn't care about my job and nothing seemed so important/ meaningful or fulfilling. It was when I was at my worse that I found hope and a new passion. I went back to school to become a mental health therapist. I felt I had a responsibility , a purpose and a vision of the future I wanted. I believe we all have a purpose in this lifetime it's just finding it and never giving up hope.