A lot of it comes down to where the stork delivers you, which obviously you have no control over.
I had a happy childhood with loving parents and a sibling I get on really well with. I’ve had opportunities - University, travel, good jobs. I’ve never had any mental health issues and I have good self-esteem.
Because my DF was a good man and provided me with the blueprint of what men should be, I met and married another good man - husband and father.
Many of these things are pure luck - I didn’t earn or deserve them, any more than anyone else didn’t deserve their bad luck.
I lost my beloved parents relatively young, so life has not been without sadness. And there will always be highs and lows to ride through.
But I have a lovely family, DC that I like so much (let alone love to their very bones), and great friends.
There’s always something to look forward to at the weekend - we socialise a lot, and I’m lucky to have married a man who enjoys this as much as I do.
Life is good, I am very content. Touch wood, etc, etc.