Is It a Panic Attack or Anxiety?

A therapist explains how to distinguish between the two

Person in a dark background with a cobalt blue light on their face, looking despondently at the camera.

I was eight years old when the wrecking ball of doom came a-swinging. One minute I was riding my Huffy Sweet Thunder down the road, speed lifting my pigtails, adrenaline twisting the handlebars as I launched off the curb, bravado daring me to let go, as if to say, “Hell ya, I’m omnipotent.” And the next moment…