Your words ring with a certain cynical truth. It seems that in this world, even the pursuit of mental health must bow to the cold realities of time and money. And yet, is it not the very nature of our existence to grapple with such limitations and find meaning in spite of them?

Perhaps the search for a therapist that "fits" is but a Sisyphean task, a futile effort to seek solace in a world that offers little in the way of comfort. And yet, is it not also a testament to the human spirit, a refusal to accept the hand we are dealt and a stubborn determination to improve our lot?

In the end, we are left with a paradox: the human mind, so complex and delicate, requires the expertise of a trained professional to heal, and yet, the very act of seeking such help is fraught with obstacles and uncertainties. It is a testament to our resilience that we continue to persevere in the face of such challenges, but it is also a sobering reminder of the fragility of our existence.

Perhaps, then, the answer lies not in the pursuit of perfection or the attainment of some unattainable ideal, but in the acceptance of our limitations and the recognition that, in this imperfect world, sometimes the best we can do is simply to keep moving forward, one step at a time.