Walking alone is something I cannot do yet. I can still here my mother screaming at me that I will always be a lone wolf. My sane mind sees others walking alone and I know it's not a big deal. But when I try to do that I feel everyone is pointing their finger at me and saying "Look at that lone wolf." I know they really are not paying attention to me but that doesn't help. I have a good therapist and we are going to try and rewrite my past life to see if I can erase it. The odd thing, though, is that I used to be a race walker and I did this every day after work. I was alone but I was in my zone and it didn't bother me. I firmly believe that all those years of race walking have helped me to be so old and doing so well.