Dear Annie: How can I be so happy with my life and yet feel so miserable in my own skin?

DEAR ANNIE: From the outside, my life looks like the kind of “before” photo people put in gratitude journals. I have a husband who is genuinely kind, kids who still call and actually want to tell me about their days, and a steady job that pays the bills and even gives me a sense of purpose. Friends tell me I’m lucky, and I know they mean it. I nod, I smile, and I make a joke. I’m good at that part. I’m the one who keeps the mood light, who can get the table laughing, who seems “fine.”