So sorry. Can only tell you my experience. Had always been insecure kid tho treated well. Not until early 20’s, starting great new job, worried I would not make the grade. No good socializing much. Married great gal at 23. Mother passed 2 yrs later. While at work, many people around, started feeling funny, little dizzy, began to feel might be having some kind of “attack” of whatever. Walked shakily to my office. Heart now pounding. Started to walk to student health center (worked at community college in CA). Half way had to ask counselor friend help get me there. Non-med staff took me in to lie down, saw I looked poorly, called paramedics who took me to hospital, meeting wife. My doctor happened to work there & came. By now I starting to calm a bit. Dr. concerned but not alarmed. He may have figured it out. Soon I much better, in control, Dr. re-assuring; said okay to leave but no RX, etc. Two days later I met with college psychologist & explained all plus small lingering anxiety as result of prior incident. He listened mostly. But in end, prescribed me the fairly new drug Xanax, at 1mg X 4 per day. Saved my life. I was way past the time for treating attacks by joining a club, mindfulness, volunteering, CBT, community support, deep breathing. Maybe later. But none of that - including daily functioning would be possible in my state after what had happened; and continued irregularly. And I & like-others often fear and avoid the place where that first big one hit. AT WORK for me. The source of income for all life’s needs. With the drug I could return, even feeling self-assured, even inspired and more productive.
Of course back then there was not much talk about long-term use. A psychiatrist I found prescribed me monthly for quite awhile while not looking into root causes. He eventually moved on and his replacement took me on. Not much changed except my beginning to worry about perhaps for some reason not being able to get my refill on time, or at all. Thus appeared another worry to deal with. Always and everywhere to have with me my life preserver in case the worst should happen. And very rarely did. But I needed it to help quell still smoldering but lessened generalized anxiety caused in part by concern over not having Xanax. Finally I turned to hit-and-miss therapists. Once, a somewhat elderly lady was stoically listening to my tale when I took my eyes off the floor and looked over to my right. The poor dear had dozed off. Bemused and bored myself, I quietly rose, silently opened the office door - turning to assure myself that she was only asleep, and departed. Don’t remember what ever happened after that. This behavior was atypical among my therapists. See! I’m rambling again. Sorry. All best hopes for success to you.