True, it's like the road that couldn't get taken or at least gotten a good way down, I guess. Sometimes we make choices for ourselves, and sometimes it seems like choices are made for us.

I know I've been accused at times of being a Pollyanna, but I think somewhere in the scheme of things, there's something we are meant to do, some function if you will. I planned on being a college professor for a long time, and all of a sudden it seems I got bipolar disorder and had to go on disability. I know it's not as sad a thing as losing children, but I still grieve over it.

But I am finding plan B--road B? Things that give me a sense of purpose.

I hope you will eventually find that plan B for yourself. It will never be your plan A, that's true, but yet it can make life meaningful again.