Have you ever tried to fill that void with “things” such as food, or shopping, or alcohol, or drugs, or relationships, or sex, or trying to fix other people? I have.
Have you ever felt like you were drifting through life, doing what you needed to be doing but without a real purpose other than getting from point a to point b only to go to sleep and wake up the next morning and do it all over again? I have.
Have you ever felt frustrated in your current circumstances, perhaps even trapped, knowing that these were not circumstances you could readily change or escape out of, yet craving a way to not just survive them, but thrive in them? I have.
What give you meaning? Is it the roles you have (wife, mother, husband, father, daughter, son), your job title, the authority you have over others, your accomplishments, your skills, your hobbies, your friendships, your connections? I used to define myself in that way. And then, something changed.