var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var site_desc = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum';
		var time = 'Mon, 01 Sep 2025 19:55:52 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'enough is enough and its time for a change';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/enough_is_enough_and_its_time_for_a_change_c-3_u-281636_b-8228.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/enough_is_enough_and_its_time_for_a_change_c-3_u-281636_b-8228.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'daveisking19';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '8228';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'My gambling is becoming out of hand lately and i really feel its changiny core as a person it all started when i got a job at a nearby gambling establishment and to cut a long story short i started to gamble because of my employment and now i feel like it is taking over my life and more important things are taking a back seat. i'm new to the site so any help/advice by more experienced gamblers would greatly help thank you.';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Wed, 01 Apr 2015 19:42:30 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'eI hav a characted in my head, and he won't leave me alone.';
		data[1]['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[1]['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[1]['username'] = 'pennyfortheselfish';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '8262';
		data[1]['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[1]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 14 Apr 2015 18:26:27 -0400';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'The devil still lurks, so why not raise my meth dose??';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/the_devil_still_lurks_so_why_not_raise_my_meth_dose%CA%94%CA%94_c-3_u-82459_b-2235.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/the_devil_still_lurks_so_why_not_raise_my_meth_dose%CA%94%CA%94_c-3_u-82459_b-2235.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'bookofwildthoughts';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '2235';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'So 2 weeks have gone by already.  The 12 induction days are now over, what a relief ! I can still remember how I was living this, how days went by so slowly, with those 2 ‘girls’, those 2 bi*ches ‘rendering ‘ my life hell.  Today, while we were on our meth doctor’s rendez-vous or consultation, one of my ex-induction friends (i accept to employ the word ‘friend’ here, how kind of me!) was talking over to me and that conversation TOOK ME BACK TO THE DAYS! Yes, back to the 12 induction days when we were all together, ha! To cut this story short (since I’m not writing about this today, some other day maybe…), I’m just glad I made it out! I imagined two more days with these animals in that cacophonic jukebox, that cacophonic cage, and I would have hung myself out dry, shyiiit.  Believe it or not, I even made a rope out of my blanket, ready to be used… “Anytime!” I mumbled, without even shedding a tear, not even afraid of dying, well it was just for a few minutes, since that feeling quickly got out of me.<br /><br />So today, when I went over to my meth doctor on consultation, the latter asked me if all’s well, if I didn’t get any side effects from my methadone or if I encountered any craving during my first week out and if I’m happy with my current meth dose.  Well I told him the truth, nothing but the plain truth: every morning, I would wake up with my yawnings and running nose well, not as much as the time when I was addicted to heroin like back in the days LOL, but I’m not supposed to get any of this, not even an inch of all this ! My body was not on top mode, which is true as compared to the days when I was on induction.  Even if I didn’t sleep at that time, my bosy was not as torn as it is now; we had less physical activities, less thinking to do and most of all, no stress at all, no phone ringing, no email to check, no meeting, nothing!  As on my current life situation, when all’s back on other than the heroin cravings gone, I would have to, for instance, assist my parents in cleaning their yards, yes yards with an ‘s’.  The truth? Well, I prefer to stay at work premises rather than spend a day home when my parents are at home as well since there would always be somewhere to go, something to do, no rest at all.  And the days where we have nothing to do (meaning no cleaning or house chores), well, we would spend the days at the beach swimming and running on the beach.  And I’d be all cranked up the next day at work, body all messed up, cramps, etc…<br /><br />So I told all this to my meth doc and the latter just thought that was gibberish, from what I could conclude.   The first thing he would mention was that I didn’t do as much physical efforts in an office, forgetting the fact that office is a part of my life.  He said he would raise my daily meth dose but the question remains, since he didn’t write anything in front of me, and that’s quite discouraging.<br /><br />Because then, the devil would lurk around me and maybe at a later stage, push me back on the streets who knows?? I know very well that a higher meth dose (maybe a 5ml raise might do to start with) is not recommended.  Is it not better to be on a relatively higher meth dose than to hit back the streets ?<br /><br />Think about it !';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:14:02 -0500';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'I feel as if my DP/DR is irreversible?';
		data[3]['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[3]['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[3]['username'] = 'maryghan';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '5713';
		data[3]['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[3]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 29 Oct 2013 12:34:46 -0400';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'separation anxiety';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/separation_anxiety_c-3_u-383654_b-10563.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/separation_anxiety_c-3_u-383654_b-10563.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'donttouch';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '10563';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'my father always was suspicious as to why i get really anxious any time my boyfriend leaves. he thought i was doing drugs with him or something - i&#039;m straight edge, so no, i&#039;m not doing any drugs that cause some sort of anxiety disorder. though i did think about how whenever my boyfriend leaves i get anxious. even so when i&#039;m with him i start to get anxious because he&#039;s leaving soon. this only happens with him. i automatically assume i&#039;m never seeing him again. i panic and feel as if i cannot feel okay without him. i absolutely hate this, i don&#039;t know how to change it, the only thing i&#039;ve tried is distancing myself but that only leads to emotional distance in the relationship and makes everything worse. i don&#039;t know what to do. i don&#039;t want to depend on him to feel okay.';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Wed, 21 Dec 2016 18:03:45 -0500';