In high school I remember finding an old kindergarten report card. One of the comments was "ap052183 is very eager to please." Now I look back on that and cringe. My life has always been about making someone else happy. Now that I'm working on making myself happy it's actually made me fairly depressed. I literally don't know what the purpose of my life is. The other day in therapy I told my therapist that I wish someone would just tell me what to do. I do best when someone leads me in life. The funny thing is I've always been kind of a go getter. I'm really not a sit around and wait type. So I guess I have no idea what type I really am. It's hard to feel lost. I do believe with work this will change.