Interesting perspective

I once received a lecture from roommate how lucky I am so why am I so depressed. I have a house, a car, a job, and pets. It's lot more than he or his homeless junkie friends have. Ok, he is talking about material possessions that spent 20 years earning, plus the car my Mom bought and she gave me the down payment for my house. I am struggling to pay bills and groceries. He can't hold a job more than 4 months so I end up supporting him, his pets, and his homeless friends he invites over to help them (when actually he is not helping them when I pay the mortgage, the car gas, electric, water, and food they eat). Then I am forced to declare bankruptcy cause my retirement savings is almost gone and can't make the minimum payments on my credit cards to stay afloat plus have medical bills from my suicide attempt I can't pay. He can't figure out why I don't just smoke some weed or take CBD gummies and just be happy. My problems are not going away being high all day and guest what, the happy doesn't last so people need another hit to keep them going which is how addiction starts. He cannot outrun his emotions he avoids and his problem with finding then keeping a job doesn't go away either when the high goes away. I'm dealing with my problems instead of avoiding them. It's called adulthood. I am stressed out and unraveling at the seams, and it never ends. That's why I am depressed. Material possessions have little to with my happiness.