UberTherapy comes from the knowledge that I have become dangerously tired of having things explained to me by people who do not live it, and now that I know that about myself it makes space for me to be more intentional about what and how I write. My intention is not to shame anyone who uses therapy apps or works for a therapy platform. My intention is to provide some useful ideas for navigating the new business of mental health on both sides of the therapeutic relationship. As a result, this book is written in a language and style geared towards anyone with skin in the therapy game.

UberTherapy was imagined during the pandemic and written in the fallout years. Part of me and all of my publisher wishes it had been written earlier to capitalize on the artificial intelligence (AI) media frenzy that exploded in 2023. But as a single parent to a one year old when lockdown happened I did not spend the pandemic writing a book, just two years staring into the abyss of mental distress and rethinking my well- rehearsed narratives about survival. Post- it notes littered my transient homes, intense serial killer scribbles in journals, burner phones and made- up identities for my deep dive into AI wellbeing tools. Just before lockdown I got a new job while on maternity leave and I went to my first meeting with my actual baby, all of us puffed up that the world had changed so much that the walls did not fall in. Towards the end of a collegial meeting of the kind promoted by the presence of pets and kids I noticed my baby was flirting wildly across the room with a young woman from Human Resources.