I have this theory about life, or well I guess you can call it an analogy. I think of life as a car, things run smoothly until you hit a rough patch and your car starts to mess up. At that point the car is broken (Meaning you as a person are kind of down, going through some sort of struggle, ext.) and you need to fix this car. Imagine your car is an older model and you know how to fix it. So what do you do when your car breaks? You try to fix it, BY YOURSELF. Obviously right?
Now you've tried fixing your car (getting out of this struggle by yourself), but you just cant. What do you do now after trying so hard and for so long to fix it yourself? That is when you call the mechanic (a friend, family member, ext) to help you fix it (get out of the struggle).
I've always been that person that tries to fix my car on my own because I think being able to look back and see that I fixed that all by myself is something to be proud of, but right now I think I'd rather call a mechanic and lose some of that pride than have to replace this car.
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