Mirth to Woah.

I was devastated when they said my depression had lifted. What shall I do now, I wondered, when opportunity accosts me in the street?

Depression had always been my escape route. "I can’t do that" I would mournfully sigh, leaning on my bucket of Prozac "I’m depressed", and opportunity would bother me no more. But the depression has lifted. The ace up my sleeve has been ruthlessly removed. My crutches kicked out from under me.

I am completely screwed.