I'm okay, just sad with my life and really have no right to be.
I've always felt this way - always after something that seems just out of reach.
My depression and anxiety reached terrible levels after DCs (now three and five) and I had to have pretty serious interventions - psychiatrist, crisis team, day to day living felt like an ordeal. So that to me shows I'm pre-disposed to this.
That's all gone now. I'm able to live life pretty free of anxiety and not seriously depressed. It's just this level of 'not really ever happy' that I'm left with. Ungrateful and a bit resentful.
I'm also a pretty selfish person with no real motivation to change things around. I don't think I'm a very nice person. I know that sounds bizarre but I do find that being a good person can take effort and I feel that two kids depletes that effort and time.
I don't know if it's an underlying state with me. I'm a type one diabetic, I don't have the best diet and I drink a fair bit of wine. All things that don't help.