Footing has been recovered, more or less. (There’s always a bit of slip-and-slide in my mental state.)
So, the question becomes “What have I learned from this little misadventure of sanity?”
The answer, of course, is nothing.
There is nothing to “learn” from these attacks. After a quarter of a century of them, I’ve picked through the panic and got all that can be got.
I do know now that I can still survive such an episode.
That is the lone positive, albeit one I’d rather not have learned.
Enough introspection. Time to carry on.