I suffer from depression, and have since adolescence. The condition has been worsening over the years. Less than a month ago I destroyed the engine of my own car with a botched oil change. In the immediate aftermath the slim buffer of wellbeing that insulates my psyche was stripped away…
In Medias Res (II)
So, now I had a satisfactory explanation for the catastrophe. I made a mistake. Bad luck, and the only lessons to learn are – A thought – my dashboard has every imaginable alert. “Check your gas cap,” “your tire pressure sensor is not functioning,” “your trunk is ajar,” etc. Why…
In Medias Res (I)
Last night I wrecked another vehicle. That’s two in a month. This probably makes me sound more dangerously irresponsible than I am. I wasn’t driving the first car that I wrecked, and it wasn’t a collision that wrecked it. I had just changed the oil in my car before sending…