The first medication made her nauseous. The second made her fat. There was a vegan diet, and then a paleo festival of meat. She exercised. She struggled with meditation and sleep. A light box that beamed fake sunshine took up all the space on her nightstand, so she had to stash the book she was reading under her pillow. This latest cure had more complicated instructions, but she’d do anything to squash her soul-sucking depression. The move from medicine to magic was her last desperate hope. The draught was bitter. She woke up feeling light and happy under a blue sun.