Scribbling instead of screaming - to my childhood memory vehicle

I scribbled instead of screaming.

I was too weary to read anything with concentration or write anything for study or self enlightenment.

The days of work in front of a PC screen most of the workday made me so fatigued that I felt like screaming as I had done since I was in the first year of elementary school until recently.
I think it may be almost a miracle for me not screaming for two months.

This morning I might well have been screaming on the train to work.
Instead I scribbled and scribbled.

As the destination drew near an automobile was drawn.

It was a car of a few years before I was born, and it was the car among the most frequently seen when I was a kid, say, around age 3.

Mother says that I had the delay of speech, and I didn't speak until I was 3 years, and by the time I began to speak I knew the names of most cars I saw on the road.

It was surprising that a car of my childhood memory was made out of just scribbling out of fatigue from the daily work. It may be a part of wonder of my disorder.