I am slightly agoraphobic or maybe a recovering agoraphobic. I am able to get to my job--most days and I can get down to the mail box--I even attend some social events. But, this panic attack was different because I had an extreme fear of going home and dying alone. I felt like my safe place--my home--was no longer safe. Like the one thing in this world that really comforts me was taken away....I was really a mess....