I am So Tired of Being Resilient
Always strong, never soft.
Content warning: suicide, depression.
On Friday, my car’s “check engine” light came on. This immediately threw a wrench in the weekend’s plans because we live in America, where if you don’t have a car, you might as well never go anywhere. I exaggerate a little bit, but only a little bit.
This is the third in a string of sudden vehicle issues and the fourth in a string of major bad luck things in general. About a month ago, my car’s hybrid battery kicked the bucket. I spent around $2,700 fixing it and another few hundred bucks for related things (mostly a rental car).
It was not ideal to have to replace it, but most of the circumstances around it were good. We broke down very close to our house, for one, and a lot of other things — the weather, the tow truck, and other stuff — worked out in our favor with that one. Plus, I got my car back much quicker than expected. The expense sucked, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been and I tried to comfort myself with that notion.
Next up in line: my phone bricked. Having taken it to a repair shop, they clocked me at around $200 or less to fix it, which beats a new phone. Sadly, it couldn’t be fixed, so I instead spent $500 on a new phone. Not much good to be had there — my dead phone was just…
