var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var time = 'Mon, 01 Sep 2025 03:13:03 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Do you think this is depression or bipolar?';
		data[0]['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[0]['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[0]['username'] = 'livestrong';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '6821';
		data[0]['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[0]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 29 Apr 2014 16:33:11 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'Introduction: The Pursuit of Happiness and the Meaning of Life';
		data[1]['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[1]['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[1]['username'] = 'celticcracker';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '7867';
		data[1]['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[1]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 06 Jan 2015 07:09:58 -0500';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'I had a baby with my father';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_had_a_baby_with_my_father_c-3_u-83378_b-2311.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_had_a_baby_with_my_father_c-3_u-83378_b-2311.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'Nylala';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '2311';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'I am so thankful I found this site, I&#039;ve been needing to get this out. This is a secret that both me and my father will take to our graves. <br />I never knew my real father until I was about 12 years old. I met him for the first time and he was a fairly attractive man. We grew a decent friendship and learned that I was just like him in many ways. As I got older I noticed he would get flirty with me, and instead of a normal father-like hug.. I would get a hug and a long kiss on the neck. I never minded though.<br /><br />He was a truck driver, he went on 2 week trips at a time, then a week off. I was 18 years old when he invited me to go with him for a trip, and I agreed.. I was excited because I never got to travel much. His semi had bunk beds, but I would always lay in the bottom bed with him for a while after he parked for the night. On the 4th day I asked him to rub my back, so he did.. he then told me its been so long sinse he&#039;s felt a womans body like this that it was effecting him in a certain way, hearing him say that, did the same thing to me. All I could do was smile at him, and he kissed me passionately then kissed my neck and chest. I knew it was so, so wrong.. but it didn&#039;t feel that way, it felt so good and I didn&#039;t want him to stop. And he didn&#039;t.<br /><br />What happened on that trip was my body&#039;s desires taking over, maybe if I had self control I could have stopped it from happening.. I fell into a deep depression after I returned home because of the shame and disgust I felt towards myself. I blamed my father, I went months without speaking to him. I wish I never even met him. But a few more months past and suddenly I felt lonely, I got ahold of my father again.. we started to talk, we apologized to eachother and everything was fine again.<br /><br />It didn&#039;t take long till the memories of our trip started to creep back into my thoughts, but this time it didn&#039;t upset me, it made me want him again. I lusted for him, I needed to feel that love again.. So I went to stay him on his week off, we shared his bed. It was amazing just like the first time.. but afterwards I went back home and became angry and depressed again. When my period was 2 weeks late I took a pregnancy test, I was so scared to look.. but it was true, it was positive. When I told my father he asked me to abort, but I told him no.<br /><br /><br />My baby girl is now 2 1/2 months old. She is perfect, healthy and so beautiful. She has dad&#039;s bright blue eyes. Mama&#039;s nose, lips and chin, and our dark hair. I got so lucky that she looks mostly like me.. I sometimes wish the 3 of us could be one strange little happy family, but remembering the past, I know I will regret it because it seems to be an endless cycle of lust then hate. I tell people I was too drunk at a party to remember who I slept with. I&#039;d rather be known as a drunk whore then an incesting freak. I know i&#039;m not alone but I know the real world would never understand. My father has always told me he doesn&#039;t see me as his daughter, but as a beautiful young woman. And he&#039;s never been my dad.. he was a stranger I met when I was 12, and we became very close. I do know there is something called genetic sexual attraction syndrome... but I will just leave it at self diagnosed. He has only met my daughter once sinse she&#039;s been born, and I honestly hope he&#039;ll be more involved in her life, even if she&#039;ll only know him as grandpa.<br /><br />Thanks for reading &lt;3';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 10 Mar 2012 09:25:15 -0500';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'stepmother desire';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/stepmother_desire_c-3_u-259763_b-6972.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/stepmother_desire_c-3_u-259763_b-6972.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'anonymoussname';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '6972';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'Ok, so I&#039;m pretty sure there is something wrong with me. I have had this feeling toward my stepmother since I could remember. Like a desire. I know it&#039;s wrong, it&#039;s not right because she is married to my father and she is my stepmother. My father cheated on her and I just wanted to tell her so bad how I felt about her, and how much she deserved better but they got back together. My father married her without telling her he had a vasectomy. And all these years later she really wants a kid, I wish I could help her have a kid... <br />   I am 21 years old, and I moved back into their house about a year ago because my roommate moved out of state and left the bills all on me. I go into their room sometimes when they go to work and I smell her freshly worn panties, and masturbate to them. I found a box of her toys(dildos) and I masturbated to them and licked them. I also found their sex tape and watched it so I could see what she looks like naked. Sometimes when my dad leaves to go to work, I hear her getting into the shower and I fantasize going in there and joining her, or going into the room and waiting on her to get out. <br />   I have control enough to never do anything to crazy, but what should I do? Should I just get help, or tell her what I have done/ how I feel, or nothing? Please don&#039;t comment how sick I am, and how I need to find god.. I know I am sick, I just can&#039;t control myself sometimes.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 23 May 2014 00:56:22 -0400';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'I feel like its my fault because im not good enough';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_feel_like_its_my_fault_because_im_not_good_enough_c-3_u-269792_b-7698.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_feel_like_its_my_fault_because_im_not_good_enough_c-3_u-269792_b-7698.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'rhianne-reneau';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '7698';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'Okay so I caught my fiance using my email to find girls on Craigslist o guess to have sex with. I was just going through my email and happen to see it i know it wasnt me because that was the night he was using my phone while i stayed at my mom&#039;s house amd some of the things he was messaging to these girls was really upsetting I confronted him about it at first he insisted he didnt remember ever doing it Then he said he might have had a moment of weakness. Then he kept insisting on how We changed in a good way because while he did that he said he realized he loves me amd I&#039;m the only girl in his life and that he only wants me. And. What really bother me is that this happened not even a week after he proposed and altogether We been together almost three years and We have a baby on the way in less than two months. Before all this I would find porn on his phone Where he would watch it or download videos or pictures and it really makes me feel like crap. I mean I know I&#039;m nothing really to look at I put on thirty pounds while being pregnant and sometimes it&#039;s like he don&#039;t want to touch me like he is completely discusted by me and it&#039;s always like he wants some super skinny girl that he can wrap his arMs around and have sex with all night I mean We don&#039;t even have sex like We used to it seems like he is watching the TVs more than he is even looking at me I can&#039;t really lose weight right now being pregnant and all. I don&#039;t have the pretty face or the perky boobs that he wants I just wish I could magically change how I look completely. I Love him so much I would spend all the money in the world to be the completely sexy girl he wants. D&#039;:';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 24 Nov 2014 23:58:15 -0500';