Recently I got out of the army, 28February2019. Proud moment, I just clawed my way out of my babsism by fire into into life. Wonderful job, pay sucks, benefits are a steal, too much bullshit from too many people, a lot of honor in signing the line to be flung far away from everything you know and love so that those you leave behind don't have to; you're putting your life on the line, signing a check to the government payable up to the amount of you coming back in a box. You get a lot of good moments between start to finish that you won't forget, friends that it's sad to let them go and you want to keep them in your life even when you get out. And once you get out, when you get through that struggle(at least for me it was a giant hassle, ask me about it and I'll tell you) you might find yourself where I'm at, lost. You've been working toward a great goal for so long, looking forward to getting out, you've served your contract and made something out of yourself, earned your freedom back that you signed away: wake up when you want, eat when you want, sleep when you want, the whole everything. But now that you're here, you're a dog that finally caught the car, you don't know what to do and you're lost.
There won't always be a clear path in life, you won't always know the way, hell there will be times when you throw yourself on the ground and feel nothing but anger and frustration and rage. But you need to remind yourself that this ISN'T the end. Your story does not stop here and you CAN find a way. Look back at what you've done, see what you're capable of and take a moment to get yourself together and think. Focus on specifics, tasks to complete. Get a journal or a paper and write it down, write down your new self made orders and get your heading for where you want to go.
Plot out your next course into the great unknown, and don't be afraid if the puzzle pieces don't all fall exactly where they should. It took me going to a therapist for a few months just to learn that. You'll get there and make it through, we both will.