Depression, that thing that destroys your life.

You're under the covers, the rain is hitting the living room windows and your eyes are heavy. Your legs hurt and your stomach growls.

You would scare anyone. Your eyes are red with tears, your lips irritated, your hair is messy and dirty. Anyway. You're depressed.

The door to your apartment opens, and you know it's your favorite Bulgarian. He opens the shutters and sits next to you to give you a big hug.

''Have you relapsed?''