On the other hand

I, personally, am fine.  My health seems good, and it's going to get better when I lose some weight.  Outside of some achey joints, I have no complaints.  My husband recently passed some very stringent heart tests and received a clean bill of health.  
My children and grandchildren are well-fed and healthy.

My great-granddaughter is smart and sassy and huggable, and as you can see, beautiful.  Today she is two years old.  
I have sufficient funds to pay our bills, buy groceries, and stay on the Internet.  That last one is a biggie, as I'm sure you can imagine.  

 Cliff and I have a warm house and a comfortable bed in which to sleep; so does Iris, our dog.

Relatives come to visit and bring their pets; we have a dog-friendly house, now that Iris has figured out it isn't necessary to kill every dog who enters here.  (That's some lap-dog Cliff's sister has, isn't it?)  
I'm looking forward to spring flowers and summer tomatoes and motorcycle rides and Cliff's retirement.  
I always get the winter doldrums; it's nothing new, and it wouldn't matter if the whole world was perfect, I'd likely still get this way in the winter and around Christmas.  It isn't anything as serious as clinical depression.  
I never forget to count my blessings, believe me.