var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var time = 'Wed, 03 Sep 2025 12:44:58 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'After sex I lose interest...... what's wrong with me?';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/after_sex_i_lose_interest......_what%CA%B9s_wrong_with_me%CA%94_c-3_u-91847_b-3142.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/after_sex_i_lose_interest......_what%CA%B9s_wrong_with_me%CA%94_c-3_u-91847_b-3142.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'SadLittleJawa';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '3142';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'I am an 18 yrs old female. I want to have a real relationship, but everytime i get the chance the same thing happens. We hang out for a bit, every thing is great we get to know each other and all that gooey mushy stuff, then as soon as we have sex I lose interest in the guy. and its not like the sex is horrible i mean there was one or two times but most of the time its f-ing great. regardless i lose interest and then i want nothing to do with the guy. sometimes we try and be friends but it just becomes awkward. whats wrong with me?? i try to have feelings but they are none exsitent, why is tht? i am not a promiscous person at all, I havent had sex in forever because of this (6 months and counting).Its hard for me to actually express my feelings. My ex told me i was a robot cold and emotionless. i would just like some opinions on this whole situation. I discussed this with some close friends and they tld me i should see a therapist  because i might be a psychopath.';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 31 Jul 2012 00:40:02 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'Boyfriend with Bi-Polar disorder';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/boyfriend_with_bipolar_disorder_c-3_u-82326_b-2219.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/boyfriend_with_bipolar_disorder_c-3_u-82326_b-2219.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'TylerElise';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '2219';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'so my boyfriend of a year and a half has bipolar disorder. We&#039;ve broken up and fought many times over the past but everything always goes back to normal once he&#039;s done with that particular cycle. I know it sounds awful to go through but I am willing to and it is worth it to me. I&#039;d never hold it against him because I&#039;ve done my fair share of learning about the disorder and I know that he can&#039;t help it. I love him and I want to see him happy and I know I make him happy it&#039;s just when he gets moody it&#039;s always me. And I know that when he doesn&#039;t know what&#039;s wrong he&#039;s going to take it out on the person closest to him which is me, and I know I can&#039;t do anything about it, and that sucks. We&#039;ve talked about his disorder before and he realized that I&#039;m the only one who&#039;s there for him. <br /><br />Now getting to what&#039;s going on right now, we hadn&#039;t fought in two months and everything was perfect and I knew that it was long overdue for him to go through a depressive, angry or manic cycle. Last Sunday I saw him and everything was fine, then that night when he was working he texted me and told me he was depressed, I know better than to ask him why or what&#039;s wrong so I just told him that if he needs me I&#039;m here but if he needs his space I understand. He told me that he needed some space he just didn&#039;t want to have to say it, so we didn&#039;t talk because I wanted to respect that he needed space. On valentines day, that tuesday, I didn&#039;t want to waste my card so I drove the hour to see him and I put it on his doorstep and I left, as to not bother him. In the middle of the night he sent me a long text saying how he needs someone more mature and how I&#039;m too negative and how he wants to break up. I&#039;m neither of those things. He said he&#039;s on a path to self discovery as well. After we talked about that I asked if he got my card and he said yes and no, that he got it but he didn&#039;t read it, he hid it from himself in case he has a change of heart like he does other times with the things I give him when stuff like this happens. <br /><br />We didn&#039;t talk all week and then today, Saturday, I don&#039;t know why but I had to say how I felt. So I sent him this long thing about how I felt and he was really nasty about it (which I was expecting). I just needed him to think about what he&#039;s doing. Also all week he has been tweeting all these sad song lyrics or he sounds happy. And in the past he&#039;s seemed happy and he would be out with his friends having a good time and not talking to me but that&#039;s expected and he&#039;d always come back. The last time I told him how I felt and how his bipolar disorder was affecting me (because he knew he was bipolar he just had no idea what it meant) he got really angry at first but he called me later and told me that I was right and that he was sorry. <br /><br />Everyone I&#039;ve tried talking to about this just tells me I need to tell him to go on medication. He&#039;s tried it and doesn&#039;t like it and it&#039;s not my place to push him to do so. I know the real reasons he&#039;s upset are because he&#039;s a 20 year old boy who thinks his life is over because he hasn&#039;t started college yet, and I&#039;ve been trying to help him to go to college, and I&#039;m in no way trying to hold him back. I know he&#039;s just going through a cycle and he&#039;s not being himself right now and all of the other times he&#039;s always come back. It&#039;s just never lasted this long. I know it can&#039;t be the same every time but I just wanted to see some other opinions. <br /><br />For now I just know I need to give him the space he needs and respect that and hopefully he&#039;ll come back sooner or later. I&#039;ve been told I should leave him countless times by others but that&#039;s not what I want to do in the least bit. <br /><br />Opinions? Advice?';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 18 Feb 2012 16:06:12 -0500';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'Logging My Journey';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/logging_my_journey_c-3_u-289698_b-8568.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/logging_my_journey_c-3_u-289698_b-8568.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'maggie246816';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '8568';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'I saw that people on this website are able to have a blog, and I took that opportunity. Though I may not have much experience with blogging--besides having a tumblr account--I love to write. Amd I&#039;d like to document everything that happens to me. <br /><br />My name is Maggie. I&#039;m an 18 year old caucasian (biological) female. I do prefer male pronouns, but not many people acknowledge that. <br /><br />Thus far, my significant other (Autumn) and I have met two alters. The most prominent alter&#039;s name is Reiner. To my embarrassment, he is a character from the anime &quot;Attack on Titan&quot;. Reiner Braun is a rather tall, muscular blonde boy. If you want more information on the character, check the anime&#039;s wiki. <br /><br />He is friendly most of the time, but he can be pretty aggressive or sad or angry or confused or frustrated... He&#039;s an alter. He&#039;s a person... Kind of. I like to think that he is his own person. <br /><br />Strangely enough, I&#039;ve spoken to him, before. A few nights ago, I switched to Reiner mode. Autumn told me that he was freaking out and panicking and speaking in German. (For the record, I only know how to say a few things in German.) Somehow, in the midst of his anxiety attack, my mind showed up. I felt as if he was sitting directly next to me... And I started speaking to him (in English). After a while of using Google Translate and trying to calm him down, he began speaking in English, again. Reiner was talking to Autumn and me about what was bothering him, why he was so afraid... This experience was one of the weirdest and scariest things I&#039;ve ever been through. <br /><br />(TRIGGER WARNING BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)<br /><br />I&#039;ve been raped, molested, and I found my mother dead. This felt equal to all of those things. Maybe it shouldn&#039;t have been up that high, but it definitely was. <br /><br />(TRIGGER WARNING IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)<br /><br />The past few days and nights, I&#039;ve been able to speak to him. The three of us--Reiner, Autumn, and myself--have a pretty good relationship. For some reason, though, last night, I completely forgot about everything. I forgot the progress we had made by somehow getting my two personalities to interact... Everything. After Autumn tried to remind me for half an hour, I remembered everything. And I&#039;m glad. <br /><br />My other alter, we found, is a 28 year old woman named Scarlette. She is, apparently, a kindergarten teacher. Autumn really hates her and claims that Scarlette is a b****. &quot;She&#039;s one of those women who believe themselves to be &#039;cool&#039; and &#039;one with the teens&#039;.&quot; I don&#039;t exactly blame Autumn for disliking Scarlette. We don&#039;t know much else about this alter, besides the fact that she likes pigs and the color teal. <br /><br />Thank you so much for reading... If you have anything to say or ask, please do so! <br /><br />If you wanted to email me, my email is tamakisrose@gmail.com . Thank you!<br /><br />I love you. You&#039;re important. <br /><br />♡';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 22 Jun 2015 12:48:23 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'Introduction: The Pursuit of Happiness and the Meaning of Life';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/introduction_the_pursuit_of_happiness_and_the_meaning_of_life_c-3_u-273131_b-7867.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/introduction_the_pursuit_of_happiness_and_the_meaning_of_life_c-3_u-273131_b-7867.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'celticcracker';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '7867';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'Rightio, guys! Welcome to my world! It&#039;s great in here, albeit the landscapes may appear a little cerebral and neurotic sometimes. I lead the fine young life of an Irish student. Yes, student life is... well, chaotic. Effective organisation is always precluded by the necessities of student life (i.e. sleeping erratic hours, inconsistently meeting inconsistent deadlines, and an all-round simultaneous lack of planning and spontaneity). I am doing what I love (that&#039;s binge-reading on metaphysics and critical theory and writing highfalutin essays on it all), and even if it doesn&#039;t make me happy, that&#039;s okay, because I&#039;m doing the right thing with my life right now. Clarity helps.<br /><br />Happiness (whatever it is) is a thoroughly overused term these days. Why on earth should I be happy just because I have everything and my life is pretty darn good?! &#039;Erm... perhaps because you have everything and your life is pretty darn good...?&#039; This is called circular reasoning, a logical fallacy. In fact, the entire pursuit of happiness in itself is both illogical and pointless. For a fact, nothing makes me happy. Ought I be stricken now by an avalanche of guilt? Not really. It&#039;s okay to feel whatever you feel and it is absolutely ridiculous to feel what someone else (or society, in fact) tells you to feel, because that&#039;s even more absurd that not feeling good, when life&#039;s good. In fact, the pursuit of happiness makes people depressed, because it&#039;s cheating logic and breaking down the faculties we rely on to make clear distinctions between things!<br /><br />I like my life. I don&#039;t like my depression. I live life with depression. I do not live a depressed life. When I am really depressed I am not living my life, but this has nothing to do with my life and everything to do with my depression. It is important when I am very depressed to never wish my depression to end, because this would mean ending my life. And I like my life. It is much more likable than my depression. It only makes sense to say, then, that I like my life more than I can ever dislike my depression, because depression requires life in order to exist and wishing my life to end because it will end my depression is completely absurd, because it denies the origin of depression, which is not life, but absurdity. Yes, depression is absurd, but life is not and in order to affirm what is true and meaningful (i.e. the fact that depression is absurd) we must affirm life.<br /><br />Of course, it may appear to be problematic when philosophers say that life is absurd and melancholia is a natural reaction to the absurdity of life. This may be true (and if it is it becomes difficult to distinguish depression from life), but even these philosophers find a way of affirming life, even if only in spite. For Camus, absurdity must be affirmed because our lucidity is the basis of all that we have. According to him, we must continue to push the boulder up the hill knowing it will fall back down, because acknowledging the pointlessness of this task liberates us to accept it. For Kierkegaard, it is defiance: rejection of help or escape which gives us strength to be our own and endure. For Nietzsche, life, suffering and all the tragedy in the world must be relished in order to rise above the adversity of slavery and become masters of ourselves through strength and creativity.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 06 Jan 2015 07:09:58 -0500';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Shoplifting Mother!! HELP!';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/shoplifting_mother%C7%83%C7%83_help%C7%83_c-3_u-446624_b-12259.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/shoplifting_mother%C7%83%C7%83_help%C7%83_c-3_u-446624_b-12259.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'Greyartist';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '12259';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'Hi, this will be my first post on here and I really need some advice or help and I’m beyond desperate. My mother is a shoplifter, and I’m only a teenager and I’m the only one in the family that knows and I’m scared to go anywhere with her because I know she will steal items. <br /><br /> So basically since before I can remember, my Mom would steal things. Mainly it was groceries (she would get plastic reusable bags and bag everything up in an empty aisle and walk out looking like she payed) and I remember watching her do this when I was around 5 and not realizing it was stealing. I didn’t realize until i was around 7. She wouldn’t just steal groceries tho, she would steal perfume, lotion, makeup, shoes and other goods. This is where it gets a bit complicated, after doing this for years, she got caught around 2years ago and was put on house arrest, I am the only person who knows that she has ever shoplifted/ that she was on House Arrest. At the time, she told me she had a disorder and was going to seek treatment, but she never did. After she attempted a fake 2 minute apology for years of emotional distress, I sort of forgave her. I know it seems impossible but deep down inside, i wanted to believe that she just made a mistake and that everything was going to stop. And for a little bit, it did. I didn’t really see her take anything and I thought she was better, until she started again. One day we were at the store and I saw some stuff she stuffed into her purse and I couldn’t take it and ran out of the store into the car. She then came into the car after finishing shopping, and flipped out. She kept on pressing me to tell her what made we leave and sorta came off scary when she began listing off random reasons I ran out, (Did you see your crush? Did something happen on Instagram? Etc) then she got this overly confused (and sort of scary) exaggerated face and went, “is it because of ME?” I just kept on saying no to everything she said cause I didn’t know what else to say. Things have just gotten worst from there, one time I was in the store with her (cause she manipulated me to go with her I didn’t want to) and I was walking behind her and she started getting REALLY mad at me for no reason. She said “stop stalking me you weirdo” and “go find this random thing, NOW”. I just walked a few feet away and I kept my eye on her and she went into an empty aisle and shoved some stuff into her purse. When we were waking out the alarm thing went off and my heart sank but nothing happened, we just kept walking  and no one realized. In the past months or so she has appeared with new makeup and luxury soap and lotion and all this crap, and she has come home with groceries in reusable bags, meaning she stole it. Recently she noticed I was getting extremely distant from her (and I think rightfully so),and we had “a talk”. after prying for ever, I told her it was because of her taking stuff and she took a FIRM position that she hasn’t taken anything since she was on House Arrest and that she only stole stuff in the first place because she was “desperate” and didn’t have money, however that’s a straight lie. We aren’t by any means super well off, but when she started stealing my Dad had a great job and we were going on vacations to Disneyland, Las Vegas and California. Not to mention my grandparents are relatively well off and would help us out if we really were that “desperate”. Anyways, she started pathetically crying SWEARING she hadn’t done anything, but I know for a fact she has. That night I went to a friends house and she sent me an angry text saying I was going to start showing her respect “and stop treating her like a thief” BUT SHE IS ONE. Now, we are in an awkward position, and it’s extremely complicated because she’s my mom and I want to love her and sometimes we get along sort of (it sounds crazy I know) but I’m starting to come to a breaking point. Thank you so much if you’ve read all of this.<br />I’m currently crying while typing this, it probably ...<br /> <br /> <a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/shoplifting_mother%C7%83%C7%83_help%C7%83_c-3_u-446624_b-12259.html" class="postlink-local">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 14 Jul 2018 01:13:38 -0400';