var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var time = 'Sun, 07 Sep 2025 00:18:56 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'eI hav a characted in my head, and he won't leave me alone.';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/ei_hav_a_characted_in_my_head_and_he_won%CA%B9t_leave_me_alone._c-3_u-282940_b-8262.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/ei_hav_a_characted_in_my_head_and_he_won%CA%B9t_leave_me_alone._c-3_u-282940_b-8262.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'pennyfortheselfish';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '8262';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'I am a 19 year old girl and I have this male character about my age in my head, he has a name and characteristics and personality and everything already thought out for him. He&#039;s not alone, he has a bunch of friends...also in my head. I switch mainly between him and me, his friends are all just there for some reason. <br /><br />When I was in middle school I was bullied and alone so I started &quot;creating friends&quot; to entertain me during lunches...now, everytime I find myself feeling lonely, they&#039;re automatically there. Sometimes they&#039;re there when I&#039;m hanging out with other (real) people but that doesn&#039;t happen too often. <br /><br />I started out thinking I have DID but now I&#039;m confused, I can tell him to leave and he will but then he comes back again. It&#039;s mostly him talking to me and giving me advice and helping me but sometimes I actually become him and I end up just sitting on my sofa, staring at the wall, or walking around my room living in this imaginary world in my head. Sometimes I end up making faces or using body language without realizing that I am. Sometimes when something happens to me (when I am him) that saddens &quot;him&quot;, I physically cry. Or I can feel pain (I don&#039;t know how to explain that). <br /><br />I often find myself isolating myself from friends and family just to be him in that world.<br /><br />I&#039;m just wondering if anyone else experiences this? What is this? I can&#039;t seem to put a word on it. Also, I have no idea why I&#039;m suddenly identifying with a male...<br /><br />I haven&#039;t seen any posts similar to this so if someone experiences this I would be really glad if they could share cause I am so confused all the time.<br /><br /><br /><br />- Penny';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 14 Apr 2015 18:26:27 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'Do you think this is depression or bipolar?';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_you_think_this_is_depression_or_bipolar%CA%94_c-3_u-258388_b-6821.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_you_think_this_is_depression_or_bipolar%CA%94_c-3_u-258388_b-6821.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'livestrong';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '6821';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'I looked up the symptoms for both and the hypochondriac in me thinks I&#039;ve got every disorder and disease on the planet.. <br /><br /><br />I know something is up with me because I&#039;m so different from the people who surround me. I&#039;m so sensitive to everything and everyone and I feel things so deeply and intensely. And so quickly. I&#039;m quite moody, especially as of late, and I&#039;m very irritable. I chalked it up to the recent passing of my mother (about a month and a half ago), but it&#039;s still weird. I hate the people closest to me sometimes. Not my friends, not strangers, not acquaintances.. Only my absolute best friends, those who are truly close to me and those I truly love and care for.. I genuinely hate them at certain points. Just everything about their existence and I want to cut them out of my life sometimes. All for no reason. I&#039;ll also feel bursts of love and appreciation for them, all of which are phases and pass. <br /><br />I initially thought bipolar disorder because of the intense mood swings, but they happen so frequently; definitely not a week or longer. If I felt any single emotion for a week or longer, I would probably lose my mind. My moods change daily, but for the most part, I&#039;ve got a pretty decent disposition. I&#039;m usually really content. Ever since the lost of my mother, though, I never really know what I&#039;m going to get when I wake up. Some days are good.. Some days, however, aren&#039;t so good. <br /><br /><br />I know someone who suffers from bipolar disorder and I don&#039;t see many similarities. When she&#039;s up, she&#039;s up. She contacts all of her friends and is there for them, helping them with whatever she can, making all these plans and just seems personable. When she&#039;s down, she ignores everyone and doesn&#039;t care if you need anything from her, even just some of her time to vent to her. She becomes very selfish and cold and distant for quite a few days, if not weeks at a time. <br /><br />I&#039;m not like that. I&#039;m always there for my friends. Sometimes I don&#039;t answer because I&#039;m busy or I forget to respond, or just have nothing to say or don&#039;t feel like talking to you, but I don&#039;t drop off the face of the earth or anything like that. And I only really take out my mood swings on those closest to me by just being irritable and touchy. I also read about &quot;manic states&quot;, which I don&#039;t believe that I have any. There aren&#039;t specific times that I&#039;ll be more likely to spend money, or engage in destructive behavior, or drink/consume substances.. I drink on occasions, I don&#039;t partake in any drug usage (other than my weekly vitamin D pills lol), and I&#039;ve always spent money in the same patterns. No peaks or valleys. <br /><br /><br />I&#039;m sorry for writing so much, I just wanted to address everything that I could think of.. I don&#039;t have insurance so I can&#039;t see a professional any time soon.. And I certainly can&#039;t afford paying out of pocket.. I financially support myself now that my mom&#039;s passed and I&#039;m still in college. I understand you guys can&#039;t actually diagnose me correctly but whatever thoughts you have, feel free to share.. Maybe you went through similar things? Or maybe this is just normal for human beings? Dunno. Thanks ahead of time.';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 29 Apr 2014 16:33:11 -0400';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'Do I have ADD?';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_have_add%CA%94_c-3_u-177942_b-4553.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_have_add%CA%94_c-3_u-177942_b-4553.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'ADDGuy';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '4553';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'Hello, I am 26 yrs old. This is first entry on this forum and i also don write much so pls pardon my writing skills. Just to give a brief about myself i am a graduate (Bachelor in Engg) and currently working as a senior software engg in a tech startup. so coming to the topic it all started with me getting in to college as then only that weird feeling creeped of how different i was from others. Though i have been getting careless/ irresponsible/clumsy tags throughout my childhood from parents/teachers and how i was not living upto my potential but i used discard all remarks and didnt give much importance. but during my college time i realized that i was so inferior  to other people in the sense that   i dint have any purpose, always being confused, unaware , missing out on important deadlines, and most importantly lacking in social skills which totally destroyed my self esteem as i have never been able to build relationships and i deliberately cut contact with very few friends that i was able to make as they though supportive sometimes used to treat me like i was a kid and cudnt take care of myself. same is the case in my job. I am always missing on important points, deadlines , lost in calls, disrupting my manager in between and always missing the big picture which is hugely affecting my performance. i have consulted a reputed psychiatrist but he doesnt think i have ADD as he feels that i am too intelligent for that. but i think that ADD and intelligence are two diff things and can coexist. so i am a bit confused as to what should i do and what are the medical options (if at all they are) i should consider .. Please help????';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 20 Apr 2013 07:20:29 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'My Life';
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		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_life_c-3_u-258173_b-6791.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'imustbecrazy';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '6791';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'Okay, I&#039;ve been searching for help. I have a problem. Let me start from the beginning. <br />My eldest brother suffers from cerebral palsy, and my entire childhood- my mom did not stay with me (parents are not separated) and my dad isn&#039;t exactly the loving type.<br />I have been a liar (without meaning to) from my childhood, and I have been sexually abused when I was a child (it didn&#039;t feel like an abuse, though)<br />Growing up, my elder brother (another one) kept dominating me or comparing me with my cousin brother who stayed with us. My brother would even force me to do things I didn&#039;t want to. He literally used to twist my arms.<br />Slowly, I feigned love for him. It happened on it&#039;s own. I actually believed myself. I knew I found him irritating and unwanted but still I respected him.<br />The somewhere around highschool, I got into a relationship and got cheated on. Yes, it was my first love.<br />It hurt. I was in a boarding school, I felt alone but never cried. I tried to take my life for reasons I can&#039;t remember. That phase of my life is a blur.<br />I thought everything would be okay. <br />It didn&#039;t.<br />My dad took me to a therapist, but my mom felt I was possessed by a spirit. <br />I&#039;m 16 now, but I still haven&#039;t rebelled or gone against my parents.<br />Anyway, I never met the therapist again but I had to take part in rituals and what not.<br />Back to my brother, he manipulated me and made me look bad in front of my parents.<br />Being the weak, submissive sister I was, my parents never thought it was my fault.<br />Moving forward, he even made me lift up my shirt because he wanted to see my body type. I was obsessed with losing weight, I was dumb, I did it. <br />Now he would hug me weirdly and said I never hugged him properly. It sounds funny but he said my butt was too outwards, it should be inwards towards the person I was hugging. <br />Now, back to my elder brother, I know that he is suffering. But he does so many things to get attention. Shouts, screams, cries all day long. I&#039;m suspecting that he even feigns illness. It isn&#039;t that we don&#039;t love him, we do. We do everything he asks, but still...<br />My father has never been affectionate. But he has always been there for me. We&#039;re good friends.<br />My mom, I don&#039;t know. She always makes me feel that marrying dad was a mistake. We&#039;re good friends, but... I feel trapped. Everything I do has to be under her. <br />I can&#039;t do anything on my own. <br />I feel suffocated.<br />So, around five months ago, my elder brother died. He was an alcoholic. He hit me, we fought. I never spoke to him again. I guess, I never will. I hadn&#039;t seen his face for a week or so, and when I did... I knew it was lifeless but it didn&#039;t look that way. I can&#039;t accept what happened. I&#039;m angry that I couldn&#039;t be angry at him anymore. I don&#039;t know.<br />Now, I&#039;m rude to people. My teachers say that I have lost that shine. My writing suddenly improved. I can laugh but still I feel different. None of my friends talk to me. I only have online friends. <br />I feel so alone. <br />Sadly, I think I like it that way.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 26 Apr 2014 08:44:01 -0400';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'The weekend's reading';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/the_weekend%CA%B9s_reading_c-3_u-88016_b-2849.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/the_weekend%CA%B9s_reading_c-3_u-88016_b-2849.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'Ada';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '2849';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'Quotes from an interview with psychoanalyst and writer, Adam Phillips: <br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m not on the side of frustration exactly, so much as the idea that one has to be able to bear frustration in order for satisfaction to be realistic. I&#039;m interested in how the culture of consumer capitalism depends on the idea that we can&#039;t bear frustration, so that every time we feel a bit restless or bored or irritable, we eat, say, or we shop.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s only in an initial state of privation that you can begin to have thoughts about what it is you might want, to really imagine or picture it. It&#039;s very difficult to know what we&#039;re frustrated by. In making the case for frustration I want to make it more interesting, such that people can talk or think about it in different ways.&quot;<br /><br />For him, psychoanalysis is a set of stories that we tell ourselves and each other, a way of redescribing our experiences. &quot;To begin with, one needs to understand,&quot; he says, &quot;but I think the final project is to relieve oneself of the need for self-knowledge. It&#039;s not that it&#039;s useless – in some areas of life it&#039;s very useful – but there are lots of areas in which it isn&#039;t, and in some areas it&#039;s actually pre-emptive and defensive, and this is where psychoanalysis potentially fails people, by assuming there is an infinite project and that the best thing you can do in life is to know yourself. Well, I don&#039;t think that&#039;s true.&quot;<br /><br />http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012/jun/01/adam-phillips-life-in-writing<br /><br /><br />&quot;I believe in what you see being most of what there is… and that life&#039;s passed on to us empty. So, while significance weighs heavy, that&#039;s the most it does. Hidden meaning is all but absent.&quot; <br />:: Richard Ford (from the novel &#039;Canada&#039;.)';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 04 Jun 2012 13:22:48 -0400';