(There’s no healing if your insurance says “out of network.”)
Write. Laugh. Hope.
Feeling overwhelmed?
Anxious?
Like you might not make it?
Cool.
Fill out this form.
Wait three months.
Get denied because your provider isn’t in network.
You can scream into a pillow for free.
But actual help?
That’ll cost you.
$180 per session
$40 cancellation fee
$0 compassion
Mental health is the crisis.
Access is the joke.
They say, “reach out.”
But only if you have coverage.
Only if you have time.
Only if you have energy left after surviving everything alone.
You’re told to take care of your mind—
while the system takes care of your bills.
Need meds?
Better hope your plan covers the name brand.
Need a diagnosis?
Hope your trauma matches DSM codes and deductible rules.
Because in this system,
you don’t get help when you need it.
You get it when they approve it.
And by then?
You’re already drowning.
But hey, there’s always journaling, yoga, and herbal tea, right?
Self-care!
So long as it doesn’t cost them.
If you’ve ever walked away from a clinic
because the price was louder than your pain—
you’re not alone.
You’re just another denied claim in a collapsing system.
Write. Laugh. Hope.
Because what the hell else is there?
