I don't know that I really questioned any of those things. I knew my issues were complicated and figured it would take a pretty long time; I didn't have myself on a time-table. I knew it would hurt; I was already hurting; hurt was not a surprise--it was a daily part of my life, so that honestly wouldn't have scared me any more than I was already scared. I already felt like a failure; therapy was the first thing I did that I felt was pretty sure to be a step in the right direction, and it was. I wasn't worried about failing therapy; I was just worried about not surviving life. We all have issues throughout life. The issues I dealt with in therapy really have been very much resolved, and when residual things crop up, they really aren't much of an issue anymore because I am much more able to deal with them in healthy ways.