You have me really worried about you. I’m afraid your constant high stress and inability to stop working or stop adding new work is going to lead to a heart attack. I can sense very strongly how much you’re hurting, and it hurts me too because I care about you. Your behavior towards me lately has been erratic, reactive, hurtful, sometimes lacking integrity, and overall inappropriate for a T. Sometimes it feels like you gaslight me a bit to protect your ego. That really hurts, too, and negativity impacts my will to live. It’s like reliving my childhood in a way with the added fear of your health. I tried to talk to you about it but you got really defensive. I wish I could help you even though it’s not my job, but no matter how calm, positive, and understanding I try to be, it still seems like you hate me. I don’t know what to do, but it feels awful to watch you self destruct without intervening in some way. And I know you wouldn’t be acting this way towards me if you weren’t hurting so bad yourself. I’m really sorry you don’t feel well and that I trigger your bad feelings. Please hang in there.