I have a life. A good one. I have a job that I’m good at. I get paid quite well. I live comfortably. I am financially stable. I have two amazing and loving dogs. I have friends and family. I have a well located apartment that is just like I always dreamed. I have a refrigerator filled with more food I can eat in one week, when I’m gonna shop for groceries again. I have beer and wine. My bills are paid. My life is full. I have everything.
So why am I still unhappy?