Excellent thread Helena!
Much I can say here.
To capitolize a bit on what Paloma stated, a story goes something like this: a long time ago, a man felt he was a failure his whole life. At the end of his life, he felt he had wasted it, felt like a failure, a loser, but he laughed thinking at least he wrote a stupid Christmas song.
It was Jingle Bells.
In my case, I see three personal purposes. To prove to myself and others that love, dreams, and all the good things in life, which include ideals, are worth living, believing in, striving for and dying for.
The second is that, although my parents were my basic abusers, I felt sorry for all of us, that no one was helping our family. No one except the people who brought us food baskets at Christmas time when they were too broke to buy stuff.
I couldn't fix my parents, who I still love very much today for giving whatever they did, and for life.
My third purpose is, I feel lucky. I worked for 33 years with the federal government, which gave me access to insurance plans for drugs and therapy, and access to promotions. So I got a few extra bucks, which I appreciate considering we were on welfare.
So I tried to not only heal msyelf, but to understand why I healed and how this damn brain and its psychology works, so that I can help whoever wants help, by passing on the helpful information I learned in therapy and in books, to those who may not be as fortunate as me, knowing that the information makes sense for most people because I tried to understand why it worked for me and others in the first place.
"Man does not create his purpose...rather, he detects it..."
1939 - Viktor Frankl, concentration camp survivor, psychiatrist and author of Man's Search For Meaning