Life has a lot of ups and downs. As a depressed person in their mid-thirties, I'm definitely feeling that hard. Every time I think there's something to celebrate, life laughs heartily at my happiness, points rudely, and says “F*cK you!” It's pretty demoralizing. Just last week I was celebrating a friend's birthday and gearing up for a relaxing long weekend. The flu had other plans. Instead of diving into a debaucherous whirlwind of fun, I was stuck on the couch through the holiday, wishing for…