I have a friend who is afraid of everything. He is especially afraid of my car. He is a big, strong man but he behaves like a chicken. When I arrive to pick him up because we need to go somewhere, I call him and say: "I am here. Come down." He leaves his house and when he sees me waiting in my car, true horror fills his eyes. He runs to the other side of the street, and I have to drive after him slowly, because I am afraid that he will die of a heart attack if he sees my car too close to him. He runs away like a deer and tries to hide behind trash cans, and then I have to park the car and convince him that I don't want to hurt him. Then his eyes filled up with tears, and I will get out from the car to show him that I don't have a gun or a knife. He starts to tremble like a rabbit, and then he will gradually calm down. He gets into my car, stares at me with his frightened eyes and says: "Don't try to kill me anymore. I can hide from you." I look at him with sad eyes and tell him: "Of course. Relax and we will find a doctor for you. We have to cope with your paranoia somehow." The fact is that I have no idea how to help him. Doctors are useless in his case. 

You are one interesteing writer, Veronika. 

Paranoia.

My friend is afraid of everything. Especially he is afraid of my car. He is a big and strong man, but behaves like a chicken. When I come to him and we need to go to somewhere, I call him and say: "I am here, come down." He leaves his house and when he sees my car (I am waiting for him in the car) the true horror are filling fills his eyes. He turns around and runs away from my car to the other side. I am driving after him very slowly; I am afraid he can die of a heart attack if he turns around and sees my car near him. He runs away like a deer and tries to hide behind trash cans. I stop the car and try to convince him that I don't want to do something bad to him. I see his eyes filled up with tears. I get out from the car and show him that I don't have either a gun or a knife. He stops to tremble as like a rabbit, and then he calms down gradually. He gets into the car, stares at me with the scared eyes and says: "Don't try to kill me anymore. Anyway I can hide myself from you." I look at him with the sad eyes and tell him:" Of course, relax, we will find a doctor for you. We have to cope with your paranoia somehow." In fact I have no idea how to help him. Doctors are powerless in his case.

I don't know of who you write, but he must be a good honest, smart, and wonderful man, who knows when he is hanging around a crazy woman.