I lost my husband in November of 2017 to a battle with cancer. He was my main squeeze. Someone I trusted, loved and had a blast with. I continue to move forward by going to work every day, seizing the opportunity to do things that people invite me to do but I am so incredibly lost. So many things to learn new, so many emotions to deal with and it is all so final. I feel like I don't have a purpose. I keep telling myself that millions of people go through this and survive. I have trouble focusing, faith and fun right now. My insides are dead at the root.