The tortures endured were quite equal for the time, to those of actual burial. They were fearfully—they were inconceivably hideous. But out of Evil proceeded Good; for the excess of this experience caused in my spirit a rejection of my old fears. My soul acquired tone—acquired temper. I went abroad. I took vigorous exercise. I breathed the free air of Heaven. I thought upon other subjects than Death. I discarded my medical books. In short, I became a new man, and lived a man's life. From that memorable night, I dismissed forever my apprehensions of live burial, and with them vanished the cataleptic disorder, of which, perhaps, they had been less the consequence than the cause.

Question: plz hurry
The narrator undergoes a major change. What did the narrator do in light of his experience on the sailboat? Do you think his reaction is a typical one of someone facing their fears? Answer in your journal now.