A Quick Note About Depression and My Car’s Headlights
Yesterday I went to Goodyear Auto Service to have them replace my headlights, which is me kickin' depression's butt. What the what? Yeah, headlights. When your headlights go out, what do you do? Most people would probably say, "I change 'em..." and maybe you forget a time or two, but when you remember, you do it. Or have someone do it for you.
Me? Well, my passenger side headlight went out, so I drove with brights for a while. Then my passenger side bright went out.I COULD NOT drive around with only one headlight working so I go buy new bulbs. Four lovely, super bright bulbs.
Yesterday, I tried to put 'em in myself and I couldn't get it...so, I end up at Downtown Goodyear, chilling while they swap 'em for me. Total time, about 25 minutes.
And this is a victory against my depression. Not because I CAN'T do it, but because depression can rob me of incentive, interest, and action. And this time, I delayed, but not as long as I have in the past. How? I used one of my tools to kick depression's ass. I practiced mindfulness.
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I sat and thought, "OK, what am I doing here. I am NOT getting the headlights done and what'll happen if I don't get it done? A cascade of poop, that's what! You'll get stopped by the police, which will happen at the worst possible time, dude, so let's get it done." I immediately made the appointment, brought my car in, and I'm no longer drivin' dirty.
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