She's right about working on not running away from/avoiding the triggers, I used to get paranoid on my walks as you before I even knew what I had was PTSD. Constantly looking over my shoulder, I was ready to defend myself if any of those mother ****ers tried to approach me. I looked intimidating, I had a couple of them actually walk into the middle street on onto the other sidewalk because my tense, angry demeanor was apparently viewed as more of a threat to them. All the while I was worrying about them, they were worrying about me. Fear is a dangerous thing sometimes, not just for the person who is scared. I'm still paranoid of relationships even more than I was of strangers, still working on that one.