I remind myself a thousand times over that I could have it so much worse- I could be homeless or starving. I'm lucky to have my house, my food, my family, and my hobbies. I even consider myself lucky to have mediocre things to worry about, instead of worrying about living. I would much rather have to worry about a crappy day at work than trying to figure out how to feed my family.

And I take walks in the park and hang out with my dad and sister. It helps a lot.