{"id":218,"date":"2012-05-21T01:23:22","date_gmt":"2012-05-21T08:23:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/2008\/06\/10\/wow-look-at-those-shoes\/"},"modified":"2018-05-15T09:58:24","modified_gmt":"2018-05-15T16:58:24","slug":"wow-look-at-those-shoes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wow-look-at-those-shoes\/","title":{"rendered":"Wow! Look at those shoes!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I have a lot of mood swings- managing bipolar disorder becomes my job. Everything I do has to be examined- will this help me get better? Will this make me more ill?<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s hard. I just want to be a person who gets up, works, sees friends and family, has fun and goes to bed. That is my dream! I have lived it a few times.<\/p>\n<p>When the bipolar comes back, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/elijah-shoes.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-5961\" title=\"elijah shoes\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/elijah-shoes-300x216.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"216\" \/><\/a>\u00a0I have to be ready for it.<\/p>\n<p>This afternoon, I saw a nice looking woman who was in her 50&#8217;s walking down the street. She was very well dressed. The well part of me thought, &#8220;Wow, those are great shoes!&#8221; The sick part of me thought, &#8220;What is the point of even looking at her shoes, we will all be dead eventually.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It takes a lot of work to have conflicting thoughts like these- you have to know what is real and what is ridiculous!\u00a0 Managing bipolar is my job when I\u2019m sick. I do it 24 hours a day until I\u2019m better.<\/p>\n<p>Julie<\/p>\n<p>A guy I know named Elijah painted these amazing shoes!<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I have a lot of mood swings- managing bipolar disorder becomes my job. Everything I do has to be examined- will this help me get better? Will this make me more ill?<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s hard. I just want to be a person who gets up, works, sees friends and family, has fun and goes to bed. That is my dream! I have lived it a few times.<\/p>\n<p>When the bipolar comes back, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/elijah-shoes.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-5961\" title=\"elijah shoes\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/elijah-shoes-300x216.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"216\" \/><\/a> I have to be ready for it.<\/p>\n<p>This afternoon, I saw a nice looking woman who was in her 50&#8217;s walking down the street. She was very well dressed. The well part of me thought, &#8220;Wow, those are great shoes!&#8221; The sick part of me thought, &#8220;What is the point of even looking at her shoes, we will all be dead eventually.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It takes a lot of work to have <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wow-look-at-those-shoes\/\">[ Read More ]<\/a><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/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\/218"}],"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=218"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/218\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11542,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/218\/revisions\/11542"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}