In all seriousness and concern for your well-being, please consider seeing your doctor or mental health professional. As someone with affected family members, your writing is coming across as extremely schizotypal and a serious episode is something I wouldn't wish on anyone.
Among the reasons that I am busted flat is that I regard publicly traded companies as a profoundly bad idea. I am very strongly in favor of investment but feel the investors should be paid with dividends, as well as by the growing value of their equity.
Value and price are quite different things.
Despite that I was - until recently - unemployed, I avoid applying either to publicly traded companies or privately held ones whose investors intend to exit.
The company I work for now is a privately funded partnership. Thats how it commonly works in most fields other than tech. There are lots of privately held tech companies too but they are hard to find because they dont get much press.
I wrote Living with Schizoaffective Disorder specifically to help people like you.
That is, many work tirelessly to help mentally ill people such as me. But I myself work tirelessly to help those such as yourself who are not mentally understand people like your family, as well as to point out to the sane that reality is not as concrete as it commonly seems.
Consider that of all those who "shed their vehicles" in the 1997 Heavens Gate mass suicide, only one was truly mentally ill. The the minds of the others were captivated by their cult leader Marshall Applewhite.
I once escaped what should have been a veryy, very secure osychiatric intensive care unit by inducing a psychiatric nurse to hallucinate. I did so not to hurt anyone but so I would have a topic for yet another essay. There was an All Points Bulletin out fir me all over the San Francisco Bay Area. San Mateo PD Officer Wayne Haas pissed himself laughing when I dropped him a dime to explain that I had been staying in the guest room if a wealthy friend, dining in the very finest restaurants and posting new drafts if my essay from one of my very favorite cafes.
Thatbessay is no longer online but I will repost it, tonight maybe but I am very tired as I exoerience chronic insomnia.
I have been discussing this with law enforcement since 2013, and with my shrinks since 1985.
In 1979, when I was in the youth conservation corps an electrical fault set fire to our dormitory's payphone. That being our only phone I figured everyone would exit the building. Instead everyone including the adult staff sat quietly as the flames grew. Our only exit was through the flames.
So finally I grabbed a paper bag out of a trash can, covered my hand with it then slapped my palm over the melted burning plastic, cutting off it's air supply.
Everyone else called me a hero. I pointed out that I was taught how to put out fires when I was a Boy Scout.
It is quite common that a Boy Scout gives his lfe to save that of another
