{"id":488,"date":"2008-11-08T17:55:09","date_gmt":"2008-11-08T17:55:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/2008\/11\/08\/bipolar-hypomania-a-few-weeks-ago%e2%80%a6\/"},"modified":"2018-05-15T10:01:33","modified_gmt":"2018-05-15T17:01:33","slug":"bipolar-hypomania-a-few-weeks-ago","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/bipolar-hypomania-a-few-weeks-ago\/","title":{"rendered":"Bipolar  Hypomania- a few weeks ago\u2026."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt\" class=\"MsoNormal\"><font face=\"Calibri\">It\u2019s 11:45 in the morning and I\u2019m at the library writing my latest book. When I woke up this morning I called my friend Janea and told her what I\u2019ve been doing. She said, \u201cJulie, are you in a mood?\u201d I said, \u201cOh yes, the mania is dogging me. That\u2019s for sure. But I have it under control. I just can\u2019t figure out where it\u2019s coming from.\u201d This conversation is amazing for two reasons- \u00a0it\u2019s the first time that Janea has specifically noticed that I\u2019m up and said something about it. I\u2019ve been teaching her about bipolar disorder for three years. It really can take that long for people to understand that being manic is very, very different from being happy or amped up on caffeine. <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt\" class=\"MsoNormal\"><font face=\"Calibri\">Secondly, it\u2019s amazing because I admitted that I was slightly manic and even thought I felt embarrassed that I was talking so fast and that she noticed, I was and am proud of myself that I\u2019ve learned to recognize the signs that I\u2019m up and made sure I have a plan in place to deal with the mild mania so it doesn\u2019t turn into something stronger. Janea has known about the Health Cards for a long time and I think she finally knows how to use them. <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt\" class=\"MsoNormal\"><font face=\"Calibri\">I\u2019m proud of her and I\u2019m proud of myself. <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt\" class=\"MsoNormal\"><font face=\"Calibri\">Julie <\/font><\/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 style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt\" class=\"MsoNormal\">It\u2019s 11:45 in the morning and I\u2019m at the library writing my latest book. When I woke up this morning I called my friend Janea and told her what I\u2019ve been doing. She said, \u201cJulie, are you in a mood?\u201d I said, \u201cOh yes, the mania is dogging me. That\u2019s for sure. But I have it under control. I just can\u2019t figure out where it\u2019s coming from.\u201d This conversation is amazing for two reasons- it\u2019s the first time that Janea has specifically noticed that I\u2019m up and said something about it. I\u2019ve been teaching her about bipolar disorder for three years. It really can take that long for people to understand that being manic is very, very different from being happy or amped up on caffeine. <\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt\" class=\"MsoNormal\">Secondly, it\u2019s amazing because I admitted that I was slightly manic and even thought I felt embarrassed that <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/bipolar-hypomania-a-few-weeks-ago\/\">[ 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\/488"}],"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=488"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/488\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12142,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/488\/revisions\/12142"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=488"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=488"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=488"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}