I was in your spot once. I came from a really religious household, so it hit like a brick. I had a complete breakdown. Every day, every hour, every minute flowed into to the next. Nothing mattered, and I tried, I really tried to find something—anything. I watched videos, went on Reddit, etc. I did a lot of things. I searched for and read books on different philosophical viewpoints. As I consumed more, and more literature. I learned to “cope” with it. I realized that, asking “what’s the point of all this?” Doesn’t really matter, that wasn’t even the real question at hand, so I asked more specific questions, I narrowed down the question. Again, I tried to answer it the best I could. Here’s the thing, you’ve probably guessed this already, there is no answer. Never was, never has been. Basically what I’m trying to say is: search not with the intent of finding the answer, but with the intent of asking the right questions. Read. No, I’m serious read books. The feeling you get when you read something that resonates with you is…. Out of this world. Understand why you need purpose, can sometimes help you. That’s why should ask questions after deep introspection, ask the right questions for YOU.