Healthcare has a churn problem

I was diagnosed with anorexia at 10 years old. Over the next several years, my family and I navigated a healthcare system that was mostly focused on how many days I stayed in a hospital bed instead of whether I was getting better. I spent my entire freshman year of high school in and out of facilities, counting down 45-minute therapy slots while fighting a brain disorder that forces you to battle your own mind upwards of six times a day. The bills came in, claims were processed, and the check...