var title = 'Psychology and Mental Health Forum Psychology Feed';
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		var time = 'Thu, 07 Aug 2025 23:54:32 -0400';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'GAD, OCD, Irrational Fears';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/gad_ocd_irrational_fears_c-3_u-233962_b-5266.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/gad_ocd_irrational_fears_c-3_u-233962_b-5266.html';
		data[0]['username'] = '_FatimaM';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '5266';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = 'Hello,<br /><br />Well for starters I wanted to say that I&#039;m a Seventeen year old girl who has recently been diagnosed with GAD. I have always feared a lot, and would always obsess over a certain thing/thought. I never really thought much of it, but now that I look back, it all makes sense. When I was around Seven years old, my older brother had came home from school one day and told me about germs, he explains how they were all around us. I quickly became obsessed with the thought that I would catch all these germs and catch a deadly illness and die. Every time I touched anything or anyone touched my hand, I would run to the bathroom and wash my hands. I was washing my hands up to 15 times a day and I didn&#039;t want to touch anything at all... Well like I said, I never thought much about that.. Until recently during summer break I had nothing better to do, other than watch TV, and everything I saw had to do with murders and people going insane. Well I saw this episode on a Hispanic show about a lady who had some type of Multiple personality disorder, who ended up killing her boss. She took medication for her disorder, but that day she forgot to take it.  She didn&#039;t realize she had killed her, until the memory of her kept haunting her. She would see her everywhere, and she would speak to her telling her &quot;You did it, you killed me&quot; much later she got the clue that she had committed that murder. Well I quickly became obsessed with the thought of me going insane or sleep walking and doing such thing. I actually started putting things against my door so if I did sleep walk, I wouldn&#039;t be able to get through. The thing is there hasn&#039;t been a time where I have slept walked. The thoughts used to be much worse, but I&#039;ve been seeing a therapist since the moment I realized I had a problem, and I&#039;ve been feeling much better. There&#039;s days where I feel completely fine and happy and then there&#039;s those other days where I completely panic and feel like my world is falling apart. I would much rather kill myself than to ever hurt anyone in anyway. The thought of doing such thing causes me so much emotional pain, because I know that I wouldn&#039;t hurt anyone. Sometimes I cant help but feel so hurt and upset with myself because of those thoughts, that I just want to end my life. I try to talk to the people who I love about this and try to explain it to them, but they don&#039;t really seem to understand. They say &quot;Oh everyone has those types of thoughts, just get over it&quot; although, everyone might have those types of thoughts, I cant seem to just &quot;get over it&quot;. I basically want to know, is there hope for me? How many others can relate to the way I&#039;m feeling? <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" title="Sad" />  <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" title="Sad" />  <img src="https://www.psychforums.com/images/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":cry:" title="Crying or Very sad" />';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Tue, 03 Sep 2013 17:22:52 -0400';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'Do I have some serious disorder or something?';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_have_some_serious_disorder_or_something%CA%94_c-3_u-195253_b-4712.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/do_i_have_some_serious_disorder_or_something%CA%94_c-3_u-195253_b-4712.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'summerbummer';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '4712';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = 'I&#039;m 19 years old and for my entire life I&#039;ve been having troubles feeling anything at all. I always thought there was some logical and simple explanation to why I wasn&#039;t like everyone else, and I assumed it would heal with time, but it didn&#039;t. It just keeps getting worse. First let me begin with that I&#039;m completely unable to open up to other people. I have never opened up. To anyone. If I&#039;m even close to doing it I feel disgusted by myself, I get nausea and an urge to flee. I&#039;ve also never cared like others. I can&#039;t really feel empathy. Or I mean, I can, for like animals and my family, but no one else. I&#039;m literally serious when I say my best friend could die tomorrow and I wouldn&#039;t be able to feel a thing. Obviously I&#039;d think it&#039;s sad, but it wouldn&#039;t effect me on an emotional level. <br /><br />I hide this part of me, and I certainly don&#039;t talk about it with anyone. I want to be normal but I just can&#039;t. I have tried to involve myself in other people, in relationships, and even - in my sillier moments - in love. But it doesn&#039;t work. Something in me is broken or missing. I love my immediate family, but that&#039;s about it. I can lie without feeling any kind of remorse, I manipulate people very easily, and when someone really gets on my bad side, I just attack their weaknesses and break them down with words. It&#039;s terrible, I know, but I can&#039;t stop. Even as I write it, I know I say it&#039;s terrible, but I don&#039;t feel terrible. I just know that it&#039;s not how a person should act. I could never physically hurt another person, but not because it would make me feel bad but more because I know it&#039;s wrong. <br /><br />My condition is just getting worse, I&#039;ve started to distance myself from everybody because I feel so tired of wearing a mask and constantly faking to like what they like or play their stupid games. I don&#039;t love others. I&#039;m incapable of feeling on a deeper level, there are no strong emotions in me. I feel narcisstic but at the same time I hate myself. I can get furious very easily but it goes away as quickly as it comes. I haven&#039;t had such a bad childhood but I mean my mother was going through her hardest part of life when I was a kid, and she took it out on me a lot. Sometimes physically but mostly mentally, such as I constantly heard that I was a bad kid, and bad news, and she blamed me for a lot of stuff that wasn&#039;t really my fault. She changed and got so much better when I was like 13 or something and now she&#039;s the best mom ever and apologized 200 times but I can&#039;t seem to let go. It&#039;s stuck with me.. I&#039;m seriously worried that my condition will become worse and something bad will happen... What&#039;s wrong with me?';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Wed, 29 May 2013 13:16:46 -0400';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'Confused to who i am?';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/confused_to_who_i_am%CA%94_c-3_u-86785_b-2652.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/confused_to_who_i_am%CA%94_c-3_u-86785_b-2652.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'mrlak93';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '2652';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'Im a 19 year old male, believe it or not studying psychology at university. I just cant seem to find myself! I thought university would change this with me living away from home, i thought it would be the part of my life where i would blossom but no, nothings changed. <br />I have zero confidence, i cant talk to people, i shy away all the time. Ive always been an attractive person, but the exterior just doesnt reflect whats inside. I dont have many friends atall, i know alot of people and people know me but know one that i could actually get into a deep coversation with. One thing that is worrying me alot is the excessive alcohol im drinking, I drink quite often as i believe it gives me more confidence, i am able to conversate with people and actually feel like i have a purpose. Im not an alcoholic as i can take it or leave it but i do feel that if i do not start to get help i will end up turning to drink.<br />My family is pretty messed up to be honest, my mother is amazing but shes just under so much preassure with work and helping my sister who is a single mother and battleing a cannabis and alcohol addiction. I just dont want to talk to her and put more worries into her head, she wouldnt deal with it. my mother has been on anti-depressents for as long as i can remember.<br />I feel like i am really blabbing on here but this is the first time ive actually been able to think about the way i feel and what crap is actually in my head. Its getting to the stage where i just dont know which direction i am going in or how to get there. I am not suicidal but the thought has crossed my mind a few times. <br />I know by writing this im not going to be instantly fixed/cured but it has helped alot, im not asking for answers, just maybe someone to talk to or someone with advice. <br /><br />Thankyou for taking the time to read this. <br />Mike';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 07 May 2012 22:13:42 -0400';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'Scars i want to keep *tw*';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/scars_i_want_to_keep_*tw*_c-3_u-263420_b-7239.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/scars_i_want_to_keep_*tw*_c-3_u-263420_b-7239.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'sschoemaker';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '7239';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = 'My mom wants me to get rid of my scars...But i find i really don&#039;t want too. I don&#039;t not want to wake up and not see them there on my left shoulder, on my left wrist and my right hip bone. Sick? Very, i know. My own mom looked at me like i was crazy when i told her, which i probably am. No healthy person cuts themselves, that&#039;s obvious. Or at least in my case, used too.<br /><br />I stopped cutting maybe a couple of months before high school graduation but it wasn&#039;t due to my mother finding me out. Instead my boyfriend did and made me promise to never do it again, cutting my mother to the punch line. My mom found out a month after him, i believe. She didn&#039;t believe me when i told her i stopped, so i gave her the scissors i used to hurt myself. That was my second step to stopping i guess. My third had to be when she got me medicine to take away the scars...but now on the fourth step, actually putting the stuff on, i&#039;m stuck.<br /><br /> I&#039;ve put it on once or twice but not religiously. I hate the idea of them not being there. They give me comfort and make me feel better. Am i wrong in wanting them there?';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 25 Jul 2014 04:13:06 -0400';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Help me I have a poo phobia';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/help_me_i_have_a_poo_phobia_c-3_u-259133_b-6895.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/help_me_i_have_a_poo_phobia_c-3_u-259133_b-6895.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'Simple life';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '6895';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = 'I have a poo phobia ! Help?<br />It&#039;s been going on for months now nearly a year, everytime I go out I feel like I&#039;m going to poo my pants, I start panicking and just go straight home! But once I&#039;m home I&#039;m fine and don&#039;t need the toilet, also when I&#039;m out my belly starts to hurt like I&#039;m going to have  diarrhoea   but I don&#039;t. It&#039;s ruining my life! I never go out because of this!  I don&#039;t like to travel for long or stay out long incase I do poo my pants help!';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 11 May 2014 22:26:17 -0400';