I get the value in making lists of things I'm grateful for, of noticing the good in my life. But so often it feels like a doorway to more guilt. I should be happier: just look at my good job. I should be happier: just look at my loving family. I should be happier: just look at all I have.
But I'm not. I've worked my whole life to get here, and now I'm here, and it feels like it's all downhill from here. Like I climbed, and climbed, and now there's just a slow slide into oblivion waiting for me now that I'm at the top of the hill.
Sometimes I don't want to be grateful. Sometimes I want to acknowledge that it sucks.