No seriously. I am.
I could be better. I could be in better financial condition. I could live in a big house. I could have a loving and supportive family that's always there for me. I could have tons of friends, have no health problems, and just be able to do whatever I want whenever I want. I could have everything I ever wanted, and never be sad. I could always be infinitely better.
I could be worse. I could have no money. I could be filing for bankruptcy. I could be homeless. I could have a family who was never there for me, or no family at all. I could have no friends, have a deadly, incurable disease, and be enslaved. I could never have anything I wanted or need, and always be severely depressed. I could always be infinitely worse.
Not that that explanation means anything.
Nobody wants to hear it anyway.
When they ask "How are you," they expect a normal, pleasant answer.
"I'm just fine."
"I'm doing alright."
Nobody actually wants to hear how you are.
"My mom is always sick."
"My dad is never home."
"My brother ran away."
"My sister was raped."
"My dog died."
"I tied a noose around my neck. The rope, unfortunately, wasn't very strong."
No one wants to know that.
And even if you told anyone, no one can or will help you.
They will pity you.
They will look down on you.
They will blame you for your problems.
"I'm so sorry."
"I wish there was something I could do to help."
"You poor baby."
"Why haven't you done anything about it?"
"Why did you get yourself into this mess?"
Telling anyone the truth never, ever helps.
At least that's what I've learned.
So, I'm just fine.
I will get through it.