RE: Another Cheerleader Returnee! beerbelly5,
You're still a touch agitated I see. You seem to have a lot of advice and knowledge on mental health issues. I know this is not your vocation, you're an executive type with bookkeeping training. That background might lead to mental health issues, but it doesn't provide the training to give qualified opinions on mental health. So I take it your familiarity comes from personally engaging a professional for help. When did you first acknowledge the need, and seek help - or was it voluntary?
My guess would be that it was in the weeks following the Micon Report. I know your posting history breaks from that point until your recent return two years later. Two years seems like a long recovery period, but it was certainly a traumatic experience for you and many others. Look on the bright side, can you imagine the fee for those weekly sessions in Texas! That would have been a double blow to the wallet. At least you had coverage.
If your fellow forum participants could only have understood your inability to cope at the time, we could maybe have helped you through that painful January. Looking back, someone should have noticed the signs. The inability to face the humiliation under your beerbelly5 alias, and then reverting to the childishness of mimicking Nickel77's alias. We should have seen the hurt, manifested in your need to try and humiliate others, as you had been humiliated. Then the final humiliation when Stockhouse banned you for breach of regulations. I can feel your pain.
It may be too late now, beerbelly, but as a demonstration of my compassion, I want to take you back to that happier and innocent time, when you still had a faint hope that the naysayers were wrong, and there was a St. Randy. With credit to Nickel77 [the real one, not your weak mimic]. ENJOY!.
The Night before MICON
T’was the night before MICON, when all through the Stock House
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
Investment portfolios were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Randy soon would be there;
The children (Drillbit and gang) were nestled all snug in their beds.
While visions of nickel-plums danced in their heads;
When out on the roof, there arose such a clatter
Drillbit sprang from the bed to see what was the matter;
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and handy,
He knew in an instant it must be St. Randy.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now Drillbit! Now Whaler! Now Tonyg and Check!
On, Beer, On Tantallon, On Goldmember and Tex!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A Wink in his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave drillbit to know he had something to dread;