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Story Submission by Sara, Age 23

I am a living wreck.

From the time I was little, I knew I loved cars, but I also knew something wasn’t quite right with me. I was told at an early age I was battling ADHD, the first thing doctors throw at you when you’re little. As time progressed, my love for cars grew stronger, but so did whatever was messing me up. After my marriage went downhill and I started to cause some trouble at work, I decided to seek professional help.

It was then I was told what I really had been struggling with all this time was Bipolar. The only thing that seems to keep it under control is my car. Medicine has nothing on my car. The rumble it makes when I start it, the fast turns down a back road… Nothing compares. My car is my medicine. Speaking from multiple “incidents”, I wouldn’t be here without a couple of things, and one of those is my car. A passion for a car is such a strong bond that can never be broken.

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