After an awful night's sleep with rain keeping us awake, I felt myself slipping into a state of anxiety again. My resilience ain't what it used to be. I'm just exhausted I guess, and worried about selling the house, though my logical mind knows it will sell eventually.

When the clutch went as I drove along the Great Ocean Road, I couldn't say I was surprised. Just another excuse to say how shit life is being at the moment. I managed to pull onto the shoulder and nudge it to a safe spot to call Jamie.

I thought RACV roadside assist would tow me home. What on earth am I paying for if not? Apparently no - as I broke down regionally not in a metro area, they could only tow us back to the nearest depot, which was no use at all.

On the side of the hot road I tried to breath and wait for Jamie. I knew life wasn't bad, I was just thinking it so. But when you're that tired, you do feel a bit sooky la la. All I wanted was a sleep and a reset. Instead I was trying not to get cleaned up by all the cars and coaches and trucks thundering by and shaking the van because no f**ker can manage to slow down no matter what. Everyone's always in a hurry.

At last a friend of Jamie's saw me and pulled over - I sat in his passenger seat and burst into tears. Anthony's a super calm guy who works with people with mental health issues so we joked he was my Mental Health Recovery Service. I was glad to have the company waiting for Jim.

Finally he got to me and confirmed that yep, it was the clutch. Kudos to the VW mechanic in town that chatted to Jamie and confirmed what it was and how to fix it. He's awesome - he knows Jamie is a good backyard mechanic and doesn't care to rip him off. He'll order the part in and Jamie will fix it soon.

Tow truck ended up costing $280. You try not to spend money and life will always put it's hand out wanting what you barely have.

Anyway, after a good night's sleep I'm feeling a little better. I do hope this house sells soon as I can only cope with so much at the moment.

Jamie had left a note for a colleague which read that he was sorry that he couldn't meet up but that I was broken down both literally and psychologically on the highway.

Yep. Can't argue with that.