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.
I’m just suggesting that you look behind it all for that rumbling background of shame and blame. Once burned twice shy and other worldly truisms. But what if you could put on an immortal mind? And realize that you may have been bumping into the devil? And that Jesus will be your best friend to the end? It begins to open your mind in freedom. Even your sins become less and less as the love given by God finds more and more room in your soul.