var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Sun, 24 Aug 2025 01:26:34 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Wanting to Die.';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/wanting_to_die._c-3_u-258910_b-7009.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/wanting_to_die._c-3_u-258910_b-7009.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'shortsnorts';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '7009';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'I am so tired of complete #######4. I don't see the point of anything anymore.';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 30 May 2014 17:57:01 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = '+ Johnny and The Cupcake Girl +';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/%2B_johnny_and_the_cupcake_girl_%2B_c-3_u-284835_b-9184.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/%2B_johnny_and_the_cupcake_girl_%2B_c-3_u-284835_b-9184.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'mushybaNaNaNa';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '9184';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = '----Every new day can change one&#039;s life; Every new experience can deepen the realm within ones world. These notions run parallel, to the story of Johnny and The Cupcake Girl----<br /><br />(Character Background. If looking for eroticism, skip to next chapters.)<br /><br />Prelude: Aromatic Cupcakes<br /><br />The sun was beaming through the cracks of the curtains - Johnny woke up, always curious as to what the day would entail. Getting ready for work at the store was a very systematic process for him. Every slight movement, down to the way he dried off his vascular body after a steaming shower, was replicated with exact precision. <br /><br />Coffee and cigarettes. The fix of the morning, yet today they seemed ever so weak. Bitter sensations on the tongue - Johnny needing something new.. Something sweet.<br /><br />His inner world was intense. Always maneuvering, always watching - ever changing. Those simpletons who he sped by on the inter-state know no sensation similar to the ones concocted by Johnny&#039;s dis-inhibited mind. <br /><br />Many are curious, but few truly venture. Today was the day, like so many before, that one curious, light-hearted being, would accept any contingencies within coffee shop: The Cupcake Girl. After all, what was life for the young girl without knowledge of the unknown? She was so full of life, full of energy, but being virgin to many experience which she knew exist, felt like a ghost on a winding path.. She was so confused about the world.. People and their intentions.. What she wanted.. What she stood for.. The Cupcake Girl needed something stable - Something definite. Something, to hold on to.<br /><br />Unbeknownst to the depths of the labyrinth, The Cupcake Girl took the leap of faith that was so intrinsic to her nature, and necessary to develop her ever curious mind regarding that of which she had no experience.<br /><br />Her name was Pricilla. And she smelled exactly like she looked.';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 30 Oct 2015 17:34:00 -0400';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'What to do?';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/what_to_do%CA%94_c-3_u-214057_b-4862.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/what_to_do%CA%94_c-3_u-214057_b-4862.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'Orange16';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '4862';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'I&#039;m not sure what I should do, I had a dream and my therapist was in my dream, by the way the dream was NOT sexual. I am wondering if I should tell him about my dream or not????';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 07 Jul 2013 00:58:11 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'My Best Friends Step dad harasses me and him';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_best_friends_step_dad_harasses_me_and_him_c-3_u-311565_b-9238.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/my_best_friends_step_dad_harasses_me_and_him_c-3_u-311565_b-9238.html';
		data[3]['username'] = '339737';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '9238';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'This all started about a year and a half ago. I was spending the night at my best friends house for the first time and i got a little warm so i was changing into a tank top and while i had my shirt off his step dad came into the room. i saw him give me a strange glare and walk away. i hadn&#039;t thought anything of it for about seven months. Then after noticing that we weren&#039;t hanging at his house at all anymore i started wondering. so one day after school i went over to his house. his mom let me in and we talked until he got home. Throughout the this whole time his step dad has blocked my number on their home phone, tried convincing the homeowners community not to allow me to walk on his street, he&#039;s banned me from his property, and his son can no longer come over to my house at all anymore. Ive overheard his dad call me a few very unflattering names. and his mom has called my parents a complete waste of time. I&#039;m wondering what options i have either to file a suit against him or how i can get him to understand what he has done over the years.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 13 Nov 2015 21:58:13 -0500';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Ending Silence';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/ending_silence_c-3_u-141015_b-4200.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/ending_silence_c-3_u-141015_b-4200.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'maat888';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '4200';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'From what I have been told, I was talking and walking by 9 months old. Perhaps it is an exaggeration, but I can attest to the ease I have experienced in school, with dealing with problems, and assessing the “right” behavior in situations. <br /><br />I have had one imaginary friend, from what I can remember, since I was about two years old. I remember when he first knocked on the door, a back door with a mud room in my house, and I let him in. I would tease my Dad that he was my boy friend. He kept me wonderful company and was an enlightening, safe harbor. I remember another time when someone entered through this same door. I remember that I was handed a stuffed animal by this man, but I cannot recall any more.<br /><br />When I was seven, I remember feeling sure that I could survive on my own, if only my parents would let me alone. In kindergarten, I could read chapter books and would forge my mother’s signature on the homework list each week. I remember wanting the independence from my mother to moderate my own life.<br /><br />My favorite thing to do at that time was read. I had a children’s encyclopedia and learned about sexual reproduction in this fashion. I discovered an obsession with looking at Michael Angelo’s “David” sculpture. I would sit and look at it for different durations each day.<br /><br />Between seven and nine, my parents split up (though, I had suspected it for over a year). At this time I began having very sexual, very vivid dreams. One dream I remember was of my self in a hotel room, seducing a much older, ugly man. I believe between six and seven I was sexually abused again, by the same close friend of my family that had been in my life much earlier, and that I had let into my home through the mud room door. I cannot remember it happening, but I have returned to a certain event when I remember I was alone with this person, and there are blank spots in my memory. <br /><br />I started touching my self with my dolls or stuffed animals around this time, I don’t really understand why. I would “tell” my sister’s fortune by looking into my crystal ball. Around the same time I stopped feeling normal. When I saw myself in the mirror, I felt an intense, unnatural feeling. It was almost disgust. It increased when I had on feminine clothing. I still feel it, sometimes seemingly random and sometimes by noticeable triggers, to this day.<br /><br />When I was nine, I realized that my father was not scary. I saw that he would raise his voice to intimidate me- and, I saw that it was just that- and that I was capable of it too. This led me to a strange relationship with aggression. I began to “dominate” my siblings, feel an anger that was confusing and overwhelming. I felt as if something in me was red fire hot, and I had no control over it, nor the ability to stop it, nor the knowledge of how it started. I felt like a victim while I victimized other people. And still, though less frequently and with more control to mask it, I have this sensation of being a puppet. At this time I also began trying to study witch craft and wanted to be a vampire. I would mediate and attempt to make spells.<br /><br />By the time I was eleven, I was not only participating in on-line sex and wishing to be kissed by a boy at school, but I was finding attendance at school more difficult, as well as having increased bouts with anxiety and depression. This only worsened as I got older. And by fourteen, I was full blown suicidal. My parents attempted to get me help, but the doctors, therapists, teachers, and medication were so easily manipulated that no one could touch me.<br /><br />I would get into these crazed, raging fits of frustration and aggression. I would yell, scream, shake, cry, weep, sob; I was frightening. I started “cutting” which was mostly scratching. I started messing around with older guys. I started lying and going out and trying to drink/party as much as possible. When my father would have a chance to sit and talk to me, he would try to hug me, but I would yell insults until he would give up. I remember ...<br /> <br /> <a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/ending_silence_c-3_u-141015_b-4200.html" class="postlink-local">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 17 Feb 2013 02:40:09 -0500';