The small but significant silver lining of dealing with a crisis is that it forces you to live in the moment. You lose the option to dwell too much on all of the things that led you to that situation and all of the possible ways it might go forward because it's too overwhelming. You have no option but to live by the hackneyed maxim of 'one day at a time' and in doing so, you realize that that is the manner in which your life has always been happening, regardless of how caught up in your head you were ruminating on the past or trying to plan for the future.
Writers are natural dreamers, given to living in the imagination, a place that can feel more at home than the disorderly real world. But as much as it's a refuge in troubled times, so can it be a danger zone with all its chimeras. So I try now to concentrate on taking my physical self somewhere it wants to be: the dance floor, bed, a warm shower, the occasional patch of Spring sun and remembering my coporeal self.
As someone who moves through life with a lot of momentum, sometimes the hardest thing is to just let it be.