I thought it would be a waste of time even going for one appointment. I'd seen a couple 'therapists' for CBT and had felt patronised and was full of contempt for the whole idea. But then she was lovely to me, and smart, and seemed genuine, sincere, and like she 'got' me. Then I had thoughts of maybe half a dozen sessions or so. But a few sessions in I think I realised it would take a while, but felt okay about that. Therapy felt good. Then it got painful. But then it got good again! Almost 2 years now and counting - still stuff to work on and work through, I'm 'complex' - and of course now I hate the thought of letting go of my T, whom I feel incredibly close to.