{"id":123,"date":"2013-05-05T00:31:42","date_gmt":"2013-05-05T07:31:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/2008\/03\/02\/my-mother-and-bipolar-disorder\/"},"modified":"2018-05-15T09:58:15","modified_gmt":"2018-05-15T16:58:15","slug":"my-mother-and-bipolar-disorder","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/my-mother-and-bipolar-disorder\/","title":{"rendered":"My Mother and Bipolar Disorder"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"mom<\/a>My Mother Rebecca! <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I am the luckiest person in the world when I get sick. My mother is always there for me. I can only imagine what it\u2019s like for her. I don\u2019t ask her about it much as it would make me cry. She does what she has to do. When I\u2019m suicidal, she reminds me to use my Health Cards. When I\u2019m manic, she gets out my cards to remind herself what to do. Actually, she has them memorized now, so she doesn’t have to read them anymore. She helped edit all of my books before I sent them to the publishing companies!<\/p>\n

I can remember being so depressed one day I rolled around on the floor sobbing. Imagine being a mother and having to see your child go through that! It breaks my heart- so I just do what I can to be the best daughter possible.<\/p>\n

Are you a mother with a child who has bipolar disorder? I take my hat off to you, that\u2019s for sure!<\/p>\n

Julie<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\"mom<\/a>My Mother Rebecca! <\/p>\n

I am the luckiest person in the world when I get sick. My mother is always there for me. I can only imagine what it\u2019s like for her. I don\u2019t ask her about it much as it would make me cry. She does what she has to do. When I\u2019m suicidal, she reminds me to use my Health Cards. When I\u2019m manic, she gets out my cards to remind herself what to do. Actually, she has them memorized now, so she doesn’t have to read them anymore. She helped edit all of my books before I sent them to the publishing companies!<\/p>\n

I can remember being so depressed one day I rolled around on the floor sobbing. Imagine being a mother and having to see your [ Read More ]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/123"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=123"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/123\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11384,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/123\/revisions\/11384"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=123"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=123"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=123"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}