Big hugs to you all navigating this week’s news. Nothing says “Happy Mental Health Month” like a CEO announcing 28%, 40%, and 43% rate cuts for the people actually doing the mental health work.
As for Harry and the CEOs behind this decision:
May your smoke alarm forever chirp at 2:38 a.m.
May every sensitive email you send accidentally hit “Reply All” to the entire company.
May your Zoom freeze the exact moment you try to sound important…always on your worst angle.
May your office chair slowly sink every time you sit down.
May your favorite restaurants flatten their menu and announce all portions are now “standard.”
May every pasta dish you order be overcooked and every fry lukewarm and unsalted.
May your GPS loudly reroute you to the wrong exit 8 minutes early during the best part of your favorite song.
May you step in a cold wet spot wearing your last clean socks five minutes before every important event of your life.
May you someday hear right before surgery:
“We’ve decided all operating room roles are clinically equivalent.”
…and then the anesthesia kicks in.
May your Harvard degree, M.D., and J.D., Harry, someday be treated as an “optional enhancement” rather than something worth compensating differently.
And finally, may three ghosts visit you one night like a reimbursement-cutting Christmas Carol.
One to show you therapists before venture capital…hopeful, energized, believing they could build meaningful lives helping people.
One to show you the present…therapists eating cold Chipotle between sessions, documenting at midnight, drowning in student loans while apologizing to clients for systems they never created.
And one to show you the future… private practice gone, mental healthcare swallowed by VC firms, while you sit alone in a luxury penthouse refreshing quarterly earnings as your $400 out-of-network therapist on Zoom quietly says:
“funny enough, Harry…I used to be on Alma.”
…and the room goes silent except for a smoke alarm chirping somewhere in the distance..