New study helps explain why spending time on Facebook can make you depressed http://t.co/nq1dqR9r4I — PsyPost.org (@PsyPost) September 22, 2015 The first study found an association between time spent on Facebook and depressive symptoms for both genders. However, the results demonstrated that making Facebook social comparisons mediated the link betweenContinue Reading

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/charles-a-francis/10-misconceptions-about-mindfulness-meditation_b_8119328.html 1. All meditation is pretty much the same. This was the biggest source of confusion for me when I was learning how to meditate. I didn’t realize that there were several different forms of meditation, such as Transcendental Meditation, guided imagery, and contemplative meditation. And each has different goals.Continue Reading

http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/71864946/kiwi-matthew-clarke-dies-in-peru-after-tobacco-purge A tobacco purge generally takes place in preparation for an Ayahuasca Ceremony, an Amazonian ritual where a hallucinogenic-laden tea is drunk. Significant amounts of tobacco tea is consumed, along with water, before vomiting is induced by a guide. It is seen as something of a deep cleanse, with tobaccoContinue Reading

http://i.stuff.co.nz/national/education/72114429/Female-teacher-fired-for-sex-with-student A newly-graduated Waikato teacher who had a three-month sexual relationship with a student during which they exchanged 8000 texts has been thrown out of the profession. Kelsey Rebekah Allen, 24, was a physical education and health teacher at Morrinsville College in 2014 when she entered into a relationship withContinue Reading

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/world/news/article.cfm?c_id=2&objectid=11515161 Psychologist Christopher Chabris, who studies false memory, said that Rannazzisi’s story isn’t a case of someone mistakenly remembering something that didn’t really happen. It’s about inserting one’s self into a narrative that’s already getting a lot of sympathy. “I’m not sure it takes a psychologist to come up withContinue Reading