Darlene, you out there?

Since my original panic attack a week and a half ago, things are getting a worse. I had another attack in the park last night, and had to hustle my kids home so I could crawl into bed. Anxiety is the only thing I can think about. I'm sitting here crying as I write this. Is this rebound? I don't want to go back on an SSRI, but this is a horrible way to live. I'm nauseous, anxious, sweaty and weepy. My appetite is poor, and I've stopped going to the gym. I could really use some encouraging words, because the two people that I've always relied upon for support can't be here for me right now.