Brought to my knees

There is nothing, besides death, that can bring me to my knees faster than my car having to be repaired. Financially it's a huge burden on my wallet, and spikes my anxiety levels to an all-time high.

I do not trust mechanics for the simple fact that 1. I feel that they make up things that I need to have replaced and/or 2. They tell me that my car is fine and I am not convinced it is. I'm also crippled by the fear that I am driving a death trap to not only myself but others. Drivers, cyclists, joggers -- you name it! I'm scared that my car (even if it were brand new) is going to lose a tire and cause me to lose control and hurt others. 

Is this realistic? Not really, but I have severe anxiety over the unknown. Each time I take my hunk of junk car to the shop for a multiple hundred dollar repair I come out of the shop and cry in the confines of my room. I don't want a car payment, but I don't want an unreliable car. Each time I continue to give the situation to God and believe He is protecting me everywhere -- especially in my car. My first priority is to pay off my student loans. Then, I'll consider getting a car. 

Today's song on repeat for comfort: Danny Gokey's Hope in Front of Me.