So here we are, immediately (ish) following Bolton Wanderers' away trip to Brighton & Hove Albion yesterday.
We are where we are. There's no denying that we're up against it. We have a real battle on our hands just to make it to the 2016/17 Championship season.
But do I think we'll survive? Hell yes I do.
I know that Bolton Wanderers has been through the metaphorical (and literal) wringer in the past few years from our imminent financial crisis through to the untimely death of chairman Phil Gartside this past week. Mr Gartside and his family have been good to me, and this site, for a while now and his passing was met with great sadness throughout LOV Towers.
Our season will not be defined by what happens off the field, no matter how dramatic events have been.
Our team is relatively strong, and although we have struggled in terms of league positioning for the best part of two years we have also kept hold of a spine of reasonably talented footballers.
So the problem, as far as I am concerned, is up top - be that at Neil Lennon's door, or, more likely, in the cranial department of our footballers.
I'm not talking about the journeymen losers such as Dorian Dervite, Liam Feeney, Gary Madine and Neil Danns - no, I'm talking about Ben Amos, about David Wheater, about Jay Spearing and about Zach Clough.
These are the players with the spirit that will keep Bolton Wanderers in the Championship. Are they the best players? No, but they have the heart, the soul and the ability to influence those around them, and they will be key to our survival in this league.
We've set ourselves a huge target to overcome, but we have time on our hands - still - and of course where there is a will there's a way.
I believe in Harvey Dent...no wait...I believe in Bolton Wanderers.
We will survive.