{"id":8233,"date":"2014-07-03T19:53:30","date_gmt":"2014-07-04T02:53:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/?p=8233"},"modified":"2018-05-15T09:56:55","modified_gmt":"2018-05-15T16:56:55","slug":"selfie-with-my-nephew-david","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/selfie-with-my-nephew-david\/","title":{"rendered":"Selfie with my Nephew David"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-8234\" style=\"margin: 25px;\" alt=\"julie and david selfie small 7 3 14\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14.jpg\" width=\"448\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14.jpg 448w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14-150x113.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14-400x300.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 448px) 100vw, 448px\" \/><\/a>With my nephew David. The joy of my life and\u00a0one reason I&#8217;ve survived all these years.\u00a0 Having a young person in my life changed me profoundly. During the deepest, darkest suicidal moments I always had the strong feeling that staying alive was a profound way of honoring David. He knows what he means to me in his 12 year old mind. I doubt he&#8217;ll ever know what affect he has had on my work and my life! Lucky me! Julie<\/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><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-8234\" style=\"margin: 25px;\" alt=\"julie and david selfie small 7 3 14\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14.jpg\" width=\"448\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14.jpg 448w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14-150x113.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/julie-and-david-selfie-small-7-3-14-400x300.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 448px) 100vw, 448px\" \/><\/a>With my nephew David. The joy of my life and one reason I&#8217;ve survived all these years. Having a young person in my life changed me profoundly. During the deepest, darkest suicidal moments I always had the strong feeling that staying alive was a profound way of honoring David. He knows what he means to me in his 12 year old mind. I doubt he&#8217;ll ever know what affect he has had on my work and my life! Lucky me! Julie<\/p>\n<p> <!-- 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\/8233"}],"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=8233"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8233\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11288,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8233\/revisions\/11288"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8233"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8233"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8233"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}