‘Mel you're alright. Mel you're alright. Mel you're alright'. I say over and over again under my breath as I force myself to smile while walking out of the diner, trying to get to my car as fast as possible, concentrating so hard on breathing in and out and putting one foot in front of the other, trying to gain control of myself but failing hopelessly that I don't even notice the young man walking towards me with a cup of coffee in one hand and a phone in the other. I bump into him ...