var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Mon, 04 Aug 2025 18:38:33 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'emotional hijacking and learning to take personal responsibility';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/emotional_hijacking_and_learning_to_take_personal_responsibility_c-3_u-333179_b-9772.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/emotional_hijacking_and_learning_to_take_personal_responsibility_c-3_u-333179_b-9772.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'Stab1l1ty';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '9772';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'Hello everyone! Here is another post that I wonder if anyone can relate to?<br /><br />Now I have recognized that I do have some good qualities as I began to understand and rebuild myself but I find that I have also exploited these qualities in the past, distant and and not so distant. At I times I have  even justified my actions with these qualities for example talking myself out of returning a phone call from my mother, I&#039;ll tell  myself that attending to my life changes are more important, I can&#039;t disrupt this noble and righteous work, then anger will justify the frustration of having to make these life changes then ill hold her responsible for my current emotional and mental struggles. Ill think she doesn&#039;t deserve to speak with me, she deserves to suffer like me, she should be punished. (I know very immature,  Its as if bpd is one the more extreme symptoms of immaturity)<br /><br />Or my sadness will justify my depression after acknowledging how sensitive I am.  For an example I&#039;ll use avoiding my mothers call again, I&#039;ll think to myself that I deserve to be alone for all the stress and pain I have caused others, that there is so much growth that needs to transpire before I can effectively communicate with anyone. That I don&#039;t have anything worth saying, that I don&#039;t want to worry anyone with my issues and ineptitude. (Really I&#039;m just removing a level of responsibility and accountability over my own actions that I believe I&#039;m too exhausted for, too depressed to invest my energy in to)<br />This is where My Fear interjects sometimes, creating thoughts like I would just embarrass myself if I try to educate or inform my mother on my current condition because I don&#039;t really know myself like i once believed I did, I&#039;ll sound uninformed to her, like I&#039;m not trying to change, or I&#039;m not taking the growth that needs to transpire seriously enough. (The shame would be too much to bear apparently is what Im thinking here, once again I see myself hiding from a level of responsibility because of the fear of emotional shame, which is related to heightened level of emotional sensitivity leaving me fearful of many personal and social situations/confrontations)<br /><br />Another thing I have become recently hip to is the projection of these insecurities on he world. What I believe people are thinking about me or fear that they may be thinking, really are just what i deep down think about myself. And it does not stop at people i project my demeanor on to all things, in my eyes the world has become as tumultuous as my soul, A place where joy does not exist only struggle and heartache.  I believe by improving my perception of self my projection on to the world will also improve, my perception of the world will improve and i will see the beauty of life again.';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 20 Mar 2016 19:43:32 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'separation anxiety';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/separation_anxiety_c-3_u-383654_b-10563.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/separation_anxiety_c-3_u-383654_b-10563.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'donttouch';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '10563';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'my father always was suspicious as to why i get really anxious any time my boyfriend leaves. he thought i was doing drugs with him or something - i&#039;m straight edge, so no, i&#039;m not doing any drugs that cause some sort of anxiety disorder. though i did think about how whenever my boyfriend leaves i get anxious. even so when i&#039;m with him i start to get anxious because he&#039;s leaving soon. this only happens with him. i automatically assume i&#039;m never seeing him again. i panic and feel as if i cannot feel okay without him. i absolutely hate this, i don&#039;t know how to change it, the only thing i&#039;ve tried is distancing myself but that only leads to emotional distance in the relationship and makes everything worse. i don&#039;t know what to do. i don&#039;t want to depend on him to feel okay.';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Wed, 21 Dec 2016 18:03:45 -0500';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'self-harm/cutting';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/selfharmcutting_c-3_u-255981_b-6588.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/selfharmcutting_c-3_u-255981_b-6588.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'thisguy41006';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '6588';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'I am 27 and have lived with cutting for most of my life lately I have put quite a lot of thought into when in started or why I started. I think back and remembered cutting at 11 years old why I did it not a clue could have got in trouble or something but it was a *mod edit* razer yet its been months scents I have shopped for the in boulck there still around. its been 16 years I have been cutting.... <br /><br />Today day and time 20th: <br />Its been hard lately I know what I do is far from OK good or safe <br />A key that keeps me going to deep or bleed for to long is the thought of tears on my sisters face.<br />I&#039;m do to have a son in two months. <br />Her head games to help this time I&#039;m going through.<br />Its been three days every night shower on blade out cut *mod edit* times upper arm tell my heart slows to a mild beat a twitch here a twitch there I fill like I&#039;m taking to far waking up or fading out in a tub of my sin filled blood <br /><br />Not really sure why I&#039;m writing all I know is I&#039;m lost only wish I can cry it out ....';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 20 Mar 2014 21:10:14 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'I am new here';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_am_new_here_c-3_u-353949_b-10063.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_am_new_here_c-3_u-353949_b-10063.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'forbiddenskills';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '10063';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'Would love to help someone solve their mind related issues.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Wed, 13 Jul 2016 13:40:23 -0400';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Did I throw away my life? Don't think of me as an awful person!';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/did_i_throw_away_my_life%CA%94_don%CA%B9t_think_of_me_as_an_awful_person%C7%83_c-3_u-240274_b-5462.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/did_i_throw_away_my_life%CA%94_don%CA%B9t_think_of_me_as_an_awful_person%C7%83_c-3_u-240274_b-5462.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'CrazyQuiet24';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '5462';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'Only read this post if you didn’t read my other one. This is a shorter version of it. Help me, please! I at least need some kind of comfort or advice, or someone to understand my problem! Ever since I was a baby, I’ve had these weird delusional obsessions. I only talked to myself in my imagination and never really had any contact with the outside world. I called it “non-exposure” and I never exposed anything. It always had to do with cartoons. Just cartoon characters- I was so obsessed with them, and they filled my brain for my entire life- I am not kidding. Every day, 24/7, I would try and picture them in my mind, either trying to picture these kids dressed up as their favorite ones, or just thinking about my favorite ones dating other characters. I was not only obsessed with them, but I was attracted to a lot of them as well. This went on from elementary school to middle school, to high school. I’m 16 years old in my junior year now. I couldn’t stop. It was the only thing that made me happy. I never told anyone about it because I never thought it would be a problem until now- I always thought of it as just a hobby that I liked to do. But now I know it was a waste of time. Now that I’m a junior, I’m supposed to be focusing on college and even more work. But because I lived inside my imagination for such a long time, I suffer consequences now. I’m not able to do the things I used to do. I can’t read, I can’t even focus on real life without zoning out. I don’t know what to do, and I can’t tell anybody- not my mom because she would be devastated, and not anyone else because they would just think I’m weird, and they would be upset, too. I can’t picture anything else in my mind besides these cartoons, and what I see on TV. I’ll never know what it’s like to be an actual person, living a normal human life. I can’t stare straight forward without zoning out, getting dizzy, or getting tired. I hate what I did to my life. I think school lessons are interesting, but they’re hard for me now! I try to focus on school but find it hard to do my work. I could have been a great person. But now I have no skills, and I can’t do anything. I don’t think I can function in this world. I don&#039;t think I&#039;ll be able to graduate high school, or function in college. I am not an attention whore, but I really want somebody to comment on this soon, because I am lonely and need at least some kind of company...';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 29 Sep 2013 12:49:37 -0400';