Keep Your Shrink-Wrapped Unicorn

Finding a great therapist means tripping over a unicorn in a pasture of donkeys. No shade at donkeys ... but you know the difference when you feel it. And here's what nobody tells you about the hunt: it was never wasted time. Asking a friend how they found theirs IS a little therapy. You said the quiet thing out loud, somebody heard you, and they handed you a path with their fingerprints on it. Now the machines want to skip all that. An app matches you in minutes: here's your unicorn, hermetically sealed, never touched a pasture. An AI will talk you through your kid troubles at 3am ... I know, I've done it. I also fed it the exact same question on six different days and got six different strangers back. Therapy is one human holding your thread across time.

So keep your shrink-wrapped unicorn. I'd rather walk the pasture and ask around, because the asking was the first dose all along. And as the funnel gets frictionless and one-on-one care keeps shrinking, that's the part nobody's counting.