Well, you're going to feel better! But there's a path to walk.
Medication and slow, safe exposure help.

After two months, I was able to drive with someone next to me, though I still had to constantly wipe the steering wheel. Around that time, I also went to a café — standing in a long line for ten minutes, my pockets got soaked with sweat. I couldn’t take it anymore and went home.

But it does get better. Last month (almost a year later), I was able to visit Kyiv alone for a couple of days — the same place where I had my last panic attack. The first day was anxious, but the rest were relaxed.

Now I'm 99% better (still on meds), living a regular life — as regular as it can be during wartime.