{"id":465,"date":"2008-10-24T03:07:49","date_gmt":"2008-10-24T03:07:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/2008\/10\/24\/brain-please-leave-me-alone\/"},"modified":"2018-05-15T10:02:06","modified_gmt":"2018-05-15T17:02:06","slug":"brain-please-leave-me-alone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/brain-please-leave-me-alone\/","title":{"rendered":"OCD: Dating and Bipolar……Brain… please leave me alone!"},"content":{"rendered":"

A note to my brain: Please leave me alone! <\/font><\/p>\n

I recently found myself in a fun and interesting situation with a guy that was simply a mild flirtation. As you may know, I gave up dating almost exactly a year ago and I have not regretted it once. I have definitely felt a bit lonely, but it calmed my brain down so that I could work. My brain doesn\u2019t handle flirting at all. Not even 1%. It starts to do strange things. It talks and talks and won\u2019t stop. What it says is not real. It\u2019s a lot of conjecture and fantasy. It\u2019s chattering away every minute and it affects my ability to concentrate. <\/font><\/p>\n

Sure, other people go through this. I\u2019ve asked them what it\u2019s like in their brains when it\u2019s happening. They explain that they find themselves thinking about the person when they hardly know them and that sometimes they feel silly- and then I say, \u201cYes, that\u2019s what I feel too- now multiply what you feel by 100% and you will know the hell my brain puts me through.\u201d <\/font><\/p>\n

I definitely want a relationship in the future, so I know that one day I will have to get through this. In the past, I always met people and went into relationships super fast. I will never do that again, so it means my brain is going to be a rollercoaster. I am preparing myself! <\/font><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve actually had experiences where my brain goes so much into overload that I feel like I\u2019m living in a white haze. Whether it\u2019s euphoric or dsyphoric, it\u2019s awful. <\/font><\/p>\n

It\u2019s human to want companionship- but it\u2019s also human to want fulfilling work. Right now I have to choose work. I\u2019m able to do more these days than in my entire life. It\u2019s because I follow my Health Cards program rigidly, especially my relationship card. I\u2019m willing to give up the things that make me ill, no matter how wonderful they can be. <\/font><\/p>\n

For today, I just want my brain to leave me alone so I can work. <\/font><\/p>\n

Julie <\/font><\/p>\n

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A note to my brain: Please leave me alone! <\/p>\n

I recently found myself in a fun and interesting situation with a guy that was simply a mild flirtation. As you may know, I gave up dating almost exactly a year ago and I have not regretted it once. I have definitely felt a bit lonely, but it calmed my brain down so that I could work. My brain doesn\u2019t handle flirting at all. Not even 1%. It starts to do strange things. It talks and talks and won\u2019t stop. What it says is not real. It\u2019s a lot of conjecture and fantasy. It\u2019s chattering away every minute and it affects my ability to concentrate. <\/p>\n

Sure, other people go through this. I\u2019ve asked them what it\u2019s like in their brains when it\u2019s happening. They explain that they find themselves [ 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\/465"}],"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=465"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12157,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465\/revisions\/12157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=465"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=465"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=465"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}