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.
This is a very good take on the issue of depression. It is very well-written and interesting.
What a story!
Morbid obesity – depression – desperation – then oh! That final sentence.
Depression..don’t we all go through it, wanting to wake up under a blue sky? Just that faint ray of hope and sunlight keeps us away from the bitter draught. Poignant story, well expressed
A very good example of being able to say so much in so few words. The ending also makes you wonder…
Great story 🙂
At first I thought the story about insomnia and I was totally relating. When it went into magic I was hooked. The ending does make one wonder…which is great.