How Has A Car Saved Your Life Or Helped You Out Of A Really Rough Patch?

My story: (sry for my bad english)
I’m feeling like I am entering a depression. I am not good at school, I am a carguy without carguy freinds, I look at all those people at school and see them studying, but I don’t study and my mother always asks me why I have no motivation to study at school. And I have told hear that I have fear, fear of not being able to work with cars when I grow up. And I think she doesn’t understand my love for cars and it isn’t just my mother but pretty much all people I know. In my pov I have no real freind, I want to have a realationship with a freind just like Tj and Clavin.
So this story might not be as sad as the others but I have a feeling that if I don’t change any thing this will worst and worst and worst. :(

I was distraught when my father died late last year, it sent me into a really dark patch of depression. The car he left me (his beloved Celica SR) helped me through. Even just working on it helped with my depression, and the idea of having a part of my dad with me everytime i drive it makes me smile.

The Golf mk2 that i now own once saved my and my grandparents lifes in a car accident. Sure it wasnt really fast, but still i would like to say a big thank you to the german engineers for saving our lives. 5 years later, this car was brought out of the garage and we started repairing it. I learned a lot new things, metods and other little things about bodywork and other things like rebuilding the carb. Now i am using this car to learn how to drive a manual. Its quite fun driving it around my dads driveway. Every time i stalled it, i learned a new thing about how to use the clutch. Its just a simple and awesome car in my opinion.

Last year, things weren’t going fantastically for me, I had depression for quite a while before it got really bad, I’d planned out offing myself many times, when the car started for the first time, for about a week, that was all I could think of, I was on a high for the first time in ages, and I thought that the road to street legal awesomeness wasn’t to long now, which also helped occupy my mind for some time. And when I actually went to off myself, the car was a legit reason not to carry out what I was going to do

13 was a low point for me. My parents got divorced that year and my dad had anxiety attacks while driving which scared me. Also at the same time I was diagnosed with celiac disease. I would sit in my room and cry and let it all out. Cars helped me through that. Wether it was going to the drag strip or my dad doing a small peel out of the parking lot, whenever cars were in the equation I was happy.

I almost suicide but there’s a subaru passing in front of my house and i decide to take picture instead and now i’m alive. The end

The first car I bought (and eventually smashed into pieces, lol) was a Hyundai Tiburon Coupe - 02’ with the 2.7 Litre Engine.
When I got it, I put on a massive Cold air Intake and lowered it a bit - it felt so sporty and the sound that came out of this engine was pure music to me.
I lost my girlfriend after I had the car for 2 month, but it doesn’t bothered me - when I woke up at 3 in the morning I took the keys and heel-toed the hell out of it until the sun came up. The feeling I had when I drove it, was something I believe everyone knows in this community; when you can simply press out every negative thought - every sad or angry moment, into the torque of your car. When you feel the energy blasting out of every inch of your machine, putting this energy through the transmissions onto the asphalt you’re driving it, while turning of the radio and opening up your windows - it gave me all the strength for what has happened afterwards;
I lost my school year, working hard, archiving nothing. Had a shitload stress with my family, feeling pretty alone since my mom moved to another country in that time. And most importantly; alot of people turned their backs on me - people I called friends suddenly became enemies. And still I tried to hold onto these friendships. And know heres the interesting and some sort of creepy part of my story; I drove up a mountain with my Coupe, along with a friend of mine. I was prepared to end this friendship at this night, but i was afraid; After talking fir hours in the middle of knowhere, I havnt had the strength to end this fakeness; and i believe my car felt that.
We drove down and it started snowing raining. I lost control of my car with a speed of 20km/h eventually ending up between 2 trees. The car was smashed. Lost my friendship, and all the other friendships this night, simply because that girl seemed so afraid of me. It was the night, where my whole character, my whole existence and life turned upside down.
Right now I’m saving up my money for the next big thing (Either a WRX or a Fairlady) - because I believe that a bondage between a car and its driver do exist. Its undescribeable.

I likely struggle with depression (No official diagnosis for reasons beyond my control), and when I start feeling like I’m nothing but crap or start feeling like I’ll never have any friends, I’ll get in my car, plug my MP3 player into the aux jack, and just drive. It helps drown out my thoughts and takes my attention away from my self-pity. Even though I drive a Yaris, it’s still good enough to have some fun in, and to help cheer me up. Driving is pretty much my escape, and it helps a lot with my depression.

For me cars have always been the last thing i always rely on when there is no one to talk to or they simply coudn’t cheet me up or understand me, cars were always there. I almost went through depression if it wasn’t for my passion of cars and i my will to do something around them.They always were able to calm me down and think ahead in life. Revetly i got my driving liecense so a simple drive helps a lot

Right in the feels bruh!