There are usually one of three reasons why someone comes to see me. You’ve been to the doctor and he said, what the fuck is wrong with you! You’re fat, blood pressure is out of control, blood sugar is a mess, and you’re going to die if you keep this up. The second is you come home from work and your wife says I’m leaving you. She hit her limit with the drinking, drugging, womanizing, lying, or whatever other habit that has totally fucked up your life. Lastly, and not at all uncommon is you have everything you’ve always wanted. You have money, the house, the pretty wife, kids, dog, vacations, yet you are a miserable bastard.
One of these or a version of them. What’s next? Your move.