I mean, I have no idea where I am going anymore and I have no idea where I go when i die... I liked knowing these things. I had a definate plan, a definate hope. Now, I don't know what I'm doing... Or what to have hope in.
Cognac: 
You will find your way, dear.....trust me. When your foundation crumbles, you feel like you're hanging in mid air. It is scary, but you'll develop your own wings and learn how to fly. You WILL be okay.