Today, whenever I was heading home from a USEL Job Club in Portadown, I was held back by an old man cycling. I passed him at the brow of a hill; only God's grace prevented me from causing a collision with the car the other direction.
Then, I was beating myself up - hearing a friend who would panic about me being in danger inside my head - and nearly had another collision with a lorry at Tamnamore Roundabout - when I left the M1 - and I was freaking out. However, I got home safely. I did breathing exercises when driving home.
I'm back in 'Hell is other People' mode, again.