var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Sun, 10 Aug 2025 15:25:33 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'I feel as if my DP/DR is irreversible?';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_feel_as_if_my_dpdr_is_irreversible%CA%94_c-3_u-247564_b-5713.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_feel_as_if_my_dpdr_is_irreversible%CA%94_c-3_u-247564_b-5713.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'maryghan';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '5713';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'I&#039;ve had dp/dr, emphasis on the DR, for about 4-5 months. I&#039;m 19 years old. I know I got it after a visit to the ER a few months ago for chest pains, which turned out to be acid reflux. On top of that, I was and still am having migraines and very intense sharp pains in my head. I do have an appt with a neurologist. <br />Anyway, the world has felt completely fake and dreamy to me starting a few weeks or days after that visit to the hospital. I know my anxiety spiked an extraordinary amount, the worst it&#039;s ever been. I&#039;ve been suffering from panic attacks since I was about 9 or 10 -- I remember sort of feeling derealized once back then too. However I didn&#039;t process it as intensely, so it went away quickly, plus I was young and my mind was occupied almost always. <br />I&#039;m just terrified at the moment, because I&#039;ve always been tortured by existential thoughts to begin with, but having dp/dr makes them so much worse. Unbearably worse -- they would send me into a spiralling panic where I&#039;d just cry and cry for days on end, and I hate being alone with my thoughts -- I&#039;ve been sleeping in my mom&#039;s bed  <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" title="Embarassed" />  This dreamy feeling is so real, I can&#039;t always convince myself that I&#039;m not dreaming, or that the world ISN&#039;T fake. And that is what&#039;s been getting worse. It&#039;s like my brain is convincing me everything is fake,oh well. I feel completely hopeless at this point.<br />My panic attacks lately have been about how I can&#039;t believe I&#039;m going through this. I can&#039;t believe this is actually happening, so my brain says &quot;it&#039;s not&quot; and now I&#039;m fk&#039;d.<br />Will everything ever feel real again?<br />Will I ever enjoy life again?<br />I think another reason I&#039;m stuck in this is because I&#039;m not in school, and I&#039;m unemployed, There&#039;s only so much I can do to get a job. I&#039;ve applied everywhere.<br />I have memory problems, panic attacks in which I feel as if I&#039;ve dropped acid, and the world feels so fake I can&#039;t believe it&#039;s not. Writing all this down/talking about it does not help one bit. I&#039;ve purchased 2 books in the mail that are supposed to help me--one should come tomorrow, so wish me luck xx<br />This is one fk&#039;d up anxiety symptom.<br />(Hard to process it even is one anymore)';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 29 Oct 2013 12:34:46 -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'] = 'Depersonalization/derealization/borderline personality';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/depersonalizationderealizationborderline_personality_c-3_u-298637_b-8867.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/depersonalizationderealizationborderline_personality_c-3_u-298637_b-8867.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'Meeyowzah';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '8867';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'Ive been struggling with depersonalization for a few months now. It began after  a year long 24/7 battle with extreme social anxiety and fear. My brain has shut down and i dont feel fear anymore or nervousness. Not even when talking to people. I feel very dettached and unhuman.  I dont feel real. I cant even recall the last moment of happiness i found. I feeel relaxed and peaceful but unable to relate to anyone and have a very profound lack of interest in socializiong.  Although i dont really feel emotion i can tell i am experiencing symptoms closer related to panic disorder - like  difficulty breathing , tightened blurry vision, tensed jaw, etc. the most disturbing apsect of this to me is that i sincierely believe i have no personality, quirks,  opinions, interests, or dislikes. Nothing moves me and i can not seem to make my mind up about anything simple or large because i really feel internally that i just dont have a preference for anythinng at all. I have no sense of self  to be honest. I often feel transparent and  itd hard to feel like you have a relationship with anyone when you cant process that they truly want to talk to you, or that they are actually addressing you . This is hard to explain but if anyone feels the same way it would be very helpful to hear.';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 30 Aug 2015 04:13:19 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'I don't know. Help?';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_don%CA%B9t_know._help%CA%94_c-3_u-384943_b-10589.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/i_don%CA%B9t_know._help%CA%94_c-3_u-384943_b-10589.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'brahidk';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '10589';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'I&#039;ve never participated in anything like this before, but it&#039;s cheaper than a psychiatrist and healthier than the other &quot;outlets&quot; I had in mind. I don&#039;t know where this post is going but I&#039;m just going to let my mind leak onto this blog or whatever the heck this this is and see where it takes me. <br /><br />Lately things haven&#039;t been so hot. I experience major highs where everything is &quot;fine&quot; and I&#039;m truly content with everything and major, and I mean MAJOR lows where I feel the absolute opposite. I know what you&#039;re thinking, bipolar disorder. I haven&#039;t been diagnosed so I don&#039;t know for sure. But that&#039;s not the only thing that&#039;s &quot;wrong.&quot;<br /><br />I&#039;ve been having problems with daily/everyday tasks due to my inability to focus, my lack of ability to sleep normally, mood fluctuations, weight gain, lack of motivation, constant nervousness, and always second guessing myself. <br /><br />I&#039;m completely fine when I&#039;m around my friends, but the second I&#039;m left alone, man... All hell breaks lose in my mind. It&#039;s like all the thoughts that I was too distracted to distracted to think about when I was with my friends come out all at once and it overwhelms me and causes me to be more anxious. <br /><br />My symptoms include:<br />-lack of focus<br />-major insomnia<br />-mood fluctuations<br />-loss of motivation<br />-constant second guessing of self<br />-constant anxiety, stress, nervousness<br />-shaky hands<br />-frequent headaches<br />-hot flashes<br />-easily startled<br />-forgetful<br />-nausea<br />-irritability<br />-early morning wakefulness (waking up at like 3 or 4 and not being able to go back to sleep)<br />-loss of interest in things that once caught my attention.<br /><br />I don&#039;t know what my diagnosis is. If anyone wants to give it a shot as to what&#039;s going on with me, I&#039;m open to anyone&#039;s input. I know, I should really see someone but I&#039;m using that as an absolute last resort...<br /><br />I don&#039;t know if anyone will see this, let alone spent the time to actually read this crap but if there&#039;s someone out there reading this, I would appreciate any input you have. <br /><br />All the best,<br />Me.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Wed, 28 Dec 2016 05:24:36 -0500';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'am i anattention seeker';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/am_i_anattention_seeker_c-3_u-269426_b-7684.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/am_i_anattention_seeker_c-3_u-269426_b-7684.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'lonelyaddict187';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '7684';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'when I was a child I used to force myself into peoples lives. I used beg for attention from everyone even random strangers. I couldn&#039;t tell when I was being rejected and hence constantly acted dramatically. the problem is that I cant tell whether im still like that and I don&#039;t know why I do it. its like I have no control over how I act or who i open up to. I open up to people ive just met and I end up feeling worse cos I think theyre laughing behind my back.';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 17 Nov 2014 18:33:35 -0500';