Time has a way of taking care of things, even desires. The body must exhaust itself and then the soul gives up, unwillingly, but nevertheless accepts defeat. She considers herself cured. She lectures herself like a Sunday school teacher. She makes herself busy during the day and at night she waits until she is utterly without strength hoping she will be too tired to dream. Trying to control a mind that has run a way like a highjacked train is almost impossible. She must beat it! The soul is a different story it's faculties run deep. It must be convinced it's behavior is foolish in order for pride to take control. And of course the flesh will become humbled from denial.