How does gratefulness open me to healing?

I was talking to a woman recently and told her I’d lived in Michigan for 35 years. She told me how lucky I was. She and her husband had spent a summer biking and hiking around the upper portion of Michigan. Her experience was of three months of HEAVEN. No humidity, cool days and nights, artist colonies and fruit orchards…she was enthusiastic. I was stunned. That’s not the Michigan I recall, with it’s gloomy overcast days that stretched on for weeks at a time, the wicked winters that last 6 months out of the year, I struggled constantly with depression and longed to see the sun…
After our conversation, I began to reflect on all that I had enjoyed about Michigan. My children were all born there, I was a young wife and mother, I planted large vegetable gardens that flourished in the climate, we were able to keep horses (a childhood dream), the gorgeous autumns and cozy wood fires…
In that moment I realized that even in the trials, there is much to make me glad.