it floundered about until my person got sick. I never knew what the hell I was supposed to be talking about that was supposed to help and the woman never seem to have a clue what the hell is supposed to be going on but then my person started dying and so there was a focus That I had athat the woman could not screw up. if I had known what the hell a person was supposed to talk about to feel better I would've done it on my own and not hired a ****ing therapist