 And I kept asking myself, okay, what is, God saved me for a reason. I was given this second chance. I'm supposed to be happy. And yes, it's a miracle. And I am very grateful because I think of the people who don't get a transplant in time. But how come I'm struggling so much, like, to figure out why am I here? What is my purpose? I'm glad you said that. What is my purpose in life from here on out? What do I do?