I had an interesting conversation with my consigliere earlier today.
I made two requests of him:
1) Please do not say anything to me any longer about: meds, bipolar, mental illness, etc.
2) Please try not to worry about me so much.
My consigliere is great. By my count, he always tells me the truth, quite directly -- and also compassionately. It will be hard for him to honor my requests because he cares about me so much. I don't mind so much if he has a hard time doing that. I know that he loves and respects me, and that is enough. MORE than enough, actually. He is a great guy, and he helps me a lot.
Love,
Brotha G
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