I think I have a really good life. I'm 30, I'm married to a wonderful man who loves me. I have a wonderful job. I've got two frigging doctorates. We're not rich, but we have enough money. Nice flat in nice part of London. A beautiful, charming, funning 2 year old.
But I feel so flat. I thought that I appreciated my luck, but I just feel…I don't know. I'm not unhappy. But I'm not happy. Sort me out. MNers 