I had lost myself so far in his addiction that I really had forgotten what brought joy to my life. I didn't even know where to start. So, I just started doing things. I went to plays and concerts, some with my kids, some alone. I took a few classes at community college, some I enjoyed, others I only endured, lol. I'm still searching for my passion three years later. I know I have to keep trying things out in order to figure out what I like and what I don't. I read in a book once that the only way to guarantee having a good idea is to have a lot of them.
That's my philosophy in discovering what I want to do.
L