It did get better, though I am not sure how long it took. A while. Definitely months and honestly maybe more than a year but there were ebbs and flows where it was worse and better. T tried to help me slow down but at a certain point the crap just kept coming up. It was like trying to stop someone with the stomach flu from vomiting. What did help was that T and I also did a lot of work to try to help me find small pockets of safety, internal and external.