Straight talk...

I am allergic to bees.  Not a little bit allergic; I have a deadly allergy that has landed me in the hospital more than once, struggling to get it under control.  Every time I see a bee, I feel a little clutch of fear in my stomach, because it is life and death for me.  So I mitigate as best I can by leaving, trying to kill it, removing the source of the attraction, or whatever I can do, but then I carry on.

When I am out with my family or close friends who are aware of my allergy and a bee appears, I have noticed that they get a lot more stressed than I do.  It's not that I am cavalier about the risk - I live with it all summer long, and it is a constant worry, even in the house, because you never know when a little bugger will get in.  But I have come to accept that risk as a part of living my life, and I am at peace that I have done the best I can to protect myself by carrying my epinephrine at all times (well, usually, anyway, except when I forget) and the rest is in God's hands.