
The nurse cuffs the arm. “Any side effects?” A nod, a shrug, the clock. Thirteen minutes later the portal pings: refill sent. If this feels like psychiatry, it’s only because we’ve lowered the bar.

Many people with anxiety notice a striking pattern: the very time that should bring peace and restoration often brings the opposite.

If you’ve tried to use insurance for psychiatry, you already know what “coverage” can look like in real life: a directory full of ghosts, numbers that ring to nowhere, clinics that quietly left a panel years ago, and staff who kindly explain they’re full through next season. You start with the number on your card and finish hours later with a page of crossed-out names and nothing booked,

Your first psychiatry appointment isn’t a test, and it isn’t a prescription mill. It’s a structured conversation that translates your story into a practical plan.