I'm petrified of walking pass a group of men. I usually glance or scope up ahead, trying to gauge how many times I would have to cross the street before arriving at my destination.

I zigzag, false sense of bravado if it can't be avoided.

Daylight or not, my chest tightens up , difficulty breathing, bile forcing its way through my esophagus, light headed.

I'm safe. It's my neighborhood. Nothing is gonna happen. Nothing ever has. [emoji51] [emoji22]