The point of my therapy changed from time to time. At times, the point was simply to survive, and my therapist was that resource and support to enable that survival. At other times, the point was to work through my trauma history. At other times, the point was to acquire particular skills that allowed me to function more independently and with more stability. So there were times when "progress" seemed to be stagnant because I was just in survival mode and other times when things moved along more concretely. But there was a general sense of movement in the right direction, even if it wasn't obvious from session to session or even month to month at times. It took stepping back and really looking at the bigger picture of my progress to really see it.