I'm pretty sure the moral is "shit's fucked"
or maybe it's: trauma doesn't wrap itself up neatly in a bow, and you can't pretend that it does. No matter how much you think something is behind you, no matter how much you're certain that it was just a childhood phase and you're alright now, it always floods back suddenly and it feels like you're drowning and you can't come up for air and you can never escape. It feels like you're always going in circles... but with help, you can keep living and keep moving forward.
or just, like. "go to therapy"