The shame and blame can rumble on in the background. It’s an expected part of world think. People have other terms for it such as the one you used, “psychological scarring.” But suppose God declared that this didn’t matter anymore? That you had the rights, claimed by faith in Him, for a chutzpah that would astonish the world? Where the only apology you’d owe would be for having been too timid?
Panic attacks have been an issue off and on, that’s what I was referencing. My beloved Labrador Retriever died in the middle of my business going down the tubes, and then my dad died. All that happened over a six month period, it was pretty rough. Don’t ever say “it can’t get any worse” because it certainly can. I thought I was dying myself, at the time.
I have the panic attacks under control now, through prayer, breathing exercises (which are just mechanical but oddly effective by the way) and a fairly inexpensive herbal “stress formula” with L-Theanine, which I no longer use or need.
There are others who have had it far worse I realize, and for that I’m grateful. Simply giving thanks for what you do have in prayer is probably the single best thing you can do in such a circumstance.