Absolute Horror Flash Fiction Contest

Welcome back. You have been missed.

As someone who has battled depression all my life (is it any surprise that, with most of my brothers and sisters on anti-depressants, just recently my mother was prescribed Zoloft?), I know how bad it can be. It leaches the life out of you. I hate those fucking commercials (yes, really, depression is like being a generic doll with 3 points of articulation), but they do have one thing right - the more depressed someone becomes, the harder it becomes to fight. It's like lying in mud - at first you're like, crap, I'm lying in mud! Then you realize how mellow and soothing it is, and soon you're enjoying the mud bath. The fact that you're not doing anything but lying in a mud bath becomes irrelevant.

I hope you're doing well. Writers love to battle their demons with words and plotlines and characters and themes. But in real life, demons suck.