var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var time = 'Sat, 16 Aug 2025 08:52:47 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Should you buy a gift for your therapist ?';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/should_you_buy_a_gift_for_your_therapist_%CA%94_c-3_u-444168_b-12050.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/should_you_buy_a_gift_for_your_therapist_%CA%94_c-3_u-444168_b-12050.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'APPLEAPPLE18';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '12050';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'Hi, <br /><br />So I would like to know what you think, I have been lucky enough to see a therapist for three months in an organisation that provides free counselling. She has really helped me and I want to thank her with maybe a card and or a box of chocolates but I don&#039;t know if it is appropriate.<br /> I think it is because the service was free so she has been giving her free time to help me and I have seen cards in her office, would a small box of chocolates at the end of our last session be appropriate ?<br /><br />Thank you for your advice <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" title="Smile" />';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 24 Apr 2018 14:14:46 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'My First Post - About me-please reply';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_first_post_about_meplease_reply_c-3_u-81651_b-2133.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_first_post_about_meplease_reply_c-3_u-81651_b-2133.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'operakid';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '2133';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'I&#039;ve recently been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder(Depressive type) after 3 years of hell.  Its hit me hard as i always thought things would turn out better , if you get me. Ive had bad days alot.  And some good days. Im on medication , abilfy 15mg , fluxotine 30mg  a day and i feel that it just works for a bit then stops.  In the past i had taken seroquel which didnt work at all and risperidone which did work but i had bad side effects and had to change drug.  Its doing my head in.  I just want to get better ! I wish there was a mircle drug or something , something that would take the voices away.  The voices are loud and agressive, they tell me to do things that i shouldnt do.  Things got so bad i was admitted to a mental health unit for 3 months.  I was in a safe place but  i got no help with coping and my medication was removed in the process which added insult to injury.<br /><br />I feel very alone as i have no one to talk to who has the same diagnoses as me, understands me, or understands what i am going through.<br />I would like to be able to use this forum to meet people who are similarly affected and able to understand and offer support as id like to do the same.';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 06 Feb 2012 03:23:11 -0500';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'Personality Disorder';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/personality_disorder_c-3_u-445630_b-12169.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/personality_disorder_c-3_u-445630_b-12169.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'recklesswho';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '12169';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'I don&#039;t know whats going on with me, its getting worse and im getting tired. Im a boy, 20 years old and  I can&#039;t remember as many details as I would like to remember about who and what I was before that &#039;something&#039; happened thats why I&#039;ll be vague with some things. If you think you may have and idea or have some information or a good advice on this please feel free to answer cause I&#039;m desperate.  <br />I&#039;ve been in and out of psychiatric institutions since high school and I&#039;ve been diagnosed multiple times by different doctors (Antisocial personality disorder, Borderline personality disorder, Anxiety, Depression, Schizophrenia Paranoid, Schizoaffective disorder, Bipolar not otherwise specified.) When I was younger I was pretty much in control of myself, some things with me were off but nothing that really bothered me, things like excessive boredom, intrusive thoughts, derealization and depersonalizations and not being able to not to fake every social interaction, a giant disgust for every human, an entertained mind with every mechanic answer, things people could just not see, I planned everything I said and everything I did, it was automatic, It was sorta exciting getting everything I wanted, I stole things like whole outfits in expensive clothes stores even though I had the money just because it was exciting and made me feel good, I abused all kinda of drugs and people in a way, I got sorta lost in the drug path, I started getting psychotic and I did a lot of crazy things like going out of town, not sleeping, spending weeks on the street, drugs, wild parties, sex with strangers,  but then a day I started to notice that I wasn&#039;t so sure of what I was doing, something that I think I never felt before, I was kinda lost, I was kinda alone and I didn&#039;t knew what was the next step to take, like if the part of me that was sure of everything and had everything sorted out disappeared, the drugs were getting down and I was so exhausted and desperate feeling that I couldn&#039;t go out for more, now i&#039;m clean except for weed (auto medication) I became aware of every little thing but didn&#039;t know how to deal with it or what was the importance of everything, I have a cloud in my mind and im not sure of anything I don&#039;t know how to explain it, its driving me crazy, I want to stab my face multiple times after I stab everyone else, I always thought that in a way (a proxemic way) I can read peoples minds but after this happened it was like their thoughts and expression became sharp and aggressive to me, and now its like they can hear my thoughts too in that way also, something happened to my nerves, I can&#039;t be relaxed, not in my house, not in my bed, not in my sleep, I just can&#039;t relax its like If I am possessed and my brain and inside my body its burning I have ricing and negative thoughts, i&#039;m angry and irritable to the core, to the point that if some one talks to me in that moment I snap and attack them with everything I have and I hurt myself cause I need it to stop now, it so much. Everyday I end up screaming and scratching my face because I don&#039;t quite get what im feeling  but it is a lot, I can&#039;t concentrate, I can&#039;t decide between stupid easy things, I feel guilty all the time, I can&#039;t organize my mind and put whats first first, that makes me angry as ###$,  I can&#039;t sleep well, I have panic attacks, night terrors, my stomach hurst and I need to throw up since I wake up, this are just some things that are happening, there are a lot more but I don&#039;t know what its important what its not, I also some times experience selective mutism when some one asks me what is happening because my brain does not know the answer or at least thats what I think. No one has been able to help me, not the doctors, not in the clinic , I don&#039;t trust anybody and im fearing that Im gonna have to kill myself because I won&#039;t live like this my whole life, and its not getting better, 2 years now, I feel hopeless.  Alexithymia and mixed bipolar episode are things that can describe...<br /> <br /> <a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/personality_disorder_c-3_u-445630_b-12169.html" class="postlink-local">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 12 Jun 2018 16:04:25 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'My screwed mind - GID and DID';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_screwed_mind_gid_and_did_c-3_u-237822_b-5401.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_screwed_mind_gid_and_did_c-3_u-237822_b-5401.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'omeganashik';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '5401';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'At the age of eleven, five years ago, I recall calling a voice in my head the narrator, because he would refer to my life in third person, always negatively, constantly talking, and arguing with me, To this day. As far back as I can remember I have had a want to become female, purely for physical reasons, however, this need was intermittent, usually I had the standardly accepted gender identity, I even imagine being a father- not a parent or mother, a father- and now at sixteen my gender identity feels as if it has split into two, transgendered and &#039;normal,&#039; while I am now &#039;turned on&#039; by material of transgendered nature at times, but usually am not. The narrator has also evolved, triggering bouts of sudden uncharacteristic anger, while I am usually calm and cheerful. I sometimes find that my face is curling into a look of anger or contempt, or that I have sudden images of badly hurting people who do something I dislike, that may have been an acceptable thing to do, but for whatever reason I just feel foreign satisfaction in imagining pain.<br /><br />I began looking through myself, basically just trying to figure out what the hell is wrong, and the following are the results:<br /><br />At the age of six I had a crush on a girl in my primary school class, she left that year, for other reasons. This is the most definite starting point I can place for my tgism. then, at eleven, I had my second crush, on another classmate, and she walked up to me and told me to stay away from her shortly after the two friends I told this secret to went and told everyone. My theory is that my subconscious took these rejections, and the stereotypical views on geeks and indians, and sculpted from them the idea that I was so repulsive that the only way I could ever have a girl in my life was to be a girl, and so that shard of my gender identity broke away, and from this information I called that shard Lust. Lust doesn&#039;t seem to be as conscious as the narrator (who is now named Anger), though she has on two occasions exclaimed on how &#039;hot&#039; a guy was, though this may be because of nightly masturbation to the idea of being a girl, leading to lust already being expressed. Anger, however, is kept under lock and key, and so usually has a voice. There are other signs as well. I used to use electronic devices excessively, even when supposed to be sleeping, but I voluntarily stopped, and recently I&#039;ve started feeling tired after 11am, as if I hadn&#039;t gotten the sleep that I obviously did. Occasionally, when writing, my hand forms a squiggle instead of a letter, and my handwriting has deteriorated, and today when trying to write while holding the pen loosely, I could only make squiggles.<br /><br />There may be other voices, occasionally when playing a sport I become giddy, speaking without thinking, and really jumpy, and sometimes I hear a crowd, but that may be Anger messing with me.<br />There&#039;s a chance I am only imagining all of this, but I don&#039;t want to take that risk.<br />Help me please.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 19 Sep 2013 17:25:27 -0400';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Very Vivid Freakish Nightmare in Detail With Weird Leg Pain?';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/very_vivid_freakish_nightmare_in_detail_with_weird_leg_pain%CA%94_c-3_u-133671_b-4091.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/very_vivid_freakish_nightmare_in_detail_with_weird_leg_pain%CA%94_c-3_u-133671_b-4091.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'wendyjean_';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '4091';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'Ok, so I&#039;ve been up for about a half an hour since this &quot;nightmare&quot; that I had. I don&#039;t remember the beginning but, it was short, extremely vivid and has me a little shooken up. <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" title="Sad" /><br />Ok, so I was at my ex boyfriends house. His mom had this extremely amazing camera which she let me use to take some quick pictures of. So I proceed to the back door, snap a picture of the sky from the back porch. Then I end up towards the end of the back yard by the fence while holding the camera on an angle. I take a picture of the backyard and the back of his house and review the picture. There, I see a little girl, in a purple dress with curly long brown hair bending over picking a dandelion. I look away from the camera in awe checking to make sure I&#039;m not seeing anything, but low and behold I am, I just captured a ghost on camera. She was freakishly see through but yet so bold. I then run around to the front of the house avoiding her area. I run in the house and show the picture to my ex boyfriend telling him &quot;do you see anything wrong in this picture!?&quot; He then says, no. Then I zoom in on her, and he says &quot;wow that&#039;s insane&quot; and calls his mom over. I then show her, and it begins to get darker and darker in the house while she just has a blank stare on her face. She runs upstairs disappearing saying, &quot;someone turn some lights on in this house&quot; meanwhile, I literally cannot breathe, I am literally having a panic attack in my dream as my ex boyfriend picks me up and holds me. I then awaken from this physically terrifying &quot;dream&quot; with my mouth open, and I&#039;m stuck. Literally stuck for twenty minutes in a daze and I cannot move. After I actually come to my senses I&#039;m scared, terrified and in a lot of pain. As of right now, about an hour after my dream, my legs hurt really bad. Like they got ran over or something. A very dull pain shooting from my hip down to my big toe. I have never EVER experienced a &quot;dream&quot; like this before, and if anyone has any insight, or opinion as to why I woke up in pain from this, it would be appreciated. I&#039;m honestly still in shock from how vivid this little girl was. I&#039;m too afraid to go back to bed and rest peacefully.';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Thu, 31 Jan 2013 01:17:07 -0500';