Story of Someone with Gephyrophobia (Fear of Bridges)

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Promenading on Death
Gephyrophobia
[Jeff-i-ro-fo-bia]
Extreme anxiety or fear of crossing bridges or tunnels (YouTube).
Stealthily and joyously, I drive along the quiet, smooth tarmac with evergreen vegetation on the sides. I am smiling to myself for my progress throughout this day. I am a successful and accomplished person. My joy is above the clouds in the imagination that I will meet my family over the next hill. Suddenly I feel a bunch of butterflies inside my tummy, and a grip of fear overwhelms my mind as I approach the bridge that connects the two hills. How did I even come this far only to promenade on death? I slow down and murmur words of strength as I nudge my soul to awake and shine on this trial. Will I ever see my family again? Is this even real? I pull to the side as I contemplate driving back to town and taking a longer route in the middle of a forest. At this point, I am left with two choices; death or life. Luckily, I see another vehicle coming closer and closer from the rearview mirror. It is an old couple singing, and it looks like they just came from a celebration. Oblivious to my existence, they bypass my brand new jeep, not caring to stop by and showing little concern. They graciously drive through the dark bridge while singing at the top of their voices, probably celebrating their victory after escaping death.
Since when did I become such a malicious coward? I'm I going to stick my tail between my legs all night? I decide to t...