On the Prospect Park Bike Lanes

I cross the PPW bike lane several times a week every week. Believe me when I say how frightened I am by the prospect of having to do so. Do I wait for the light to change? Do I have right of way? Those six feet of walking is so fraught with danger that sometimes I lay awake at night unable to have another thought in my head. It just spins and spins in my brain and of course I can't sleep. I have fantasies that I can't turn my head to see if a bicyclist is coming. I am frozen with terror. Those green lanes, those horrible green lanes turn into vile toothed creatures with claws. Oh the horror. The horror.  . .And now my shrink is demanding that I pay more since all I do is talk about bike lanes, bike lanes, bike lanes . . . help.