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treating learned helplessness in adult survivors of childhood sexual abuse as bad faith in the context of logic-based therapy.

By Jane Doe | 27 November 201711 April 2024 by Jane Doe

Jane Doe Dr. [ec] [philosophy] 27 November 2017 Treating Learned Helplessness in Adult Survivors of Childhood Sexual Abuse as Bad Faith in the Context of Logic-Based Therapy This paper will attempt to explain the phenomenology of learned helplessness as it plays out in the cognitive structures of adults who have suffered through long-term childhood sexual abuse. Within this discussion, logic-based therapy (LBT) will be used to expose the internal reasoning of this psychological phenomena.…

Sent Letters

i want nothing more than somebody who can understand.

By Jane Doe | 15 December 201611 April 2024 by Jane Doe

[Dr. P], Thank you very much for sending me that link. I read the article yesterday morning, and I’ve been passively thinking about the concepts over the past day to figure out which points stood out to me the most. I really liked that he pointed out psychology’s roots in philosophy, and I see no rational reason for which to disagree. If the bifurcation is as widespread as he says, I think that it’s an…

Sent Letters

no subject

By Jane Doe | 5 December 201611 April 2024 by Jane Doe

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Poem

eoto.

By Jane Doe | 1 December 20165 February 2024 by Jane Doe

She was never alone in a room with no people.Her head filled with voices that could prove to be lethal.Some held her close and made her world peaceful,while others spewed words that were purely deceitful. She feared the majority, but loved one of the menwho’s made up in her mind, but not purely pretend.He told her he loved her, and that her life shouldn’t end.And the imaginary man had become her only real friend. Through…

Essays

personal life and the value of critical thinking.

By Jane Doe | 26 November 201611 April 2024 by Jane Doe

Jane DoeProfessor [jf][philosophy]26 November 2016 Personal Life and the Value of Critical Thinking Human thinking is self-evidently fallible, and all of us hold beliefs that are based on personal biases, social norms and false facts that we never took the time to examine carefully. As a result of these beliefs, we may make decisions that lead to unforeseen consequences or miss opportunities that could ultimately add to our personal happiness. It’s through the spirit of…

Poem

but instead, i broke.

By Jane Doe | 1 September 20165 February 2024 by Jane Doe

How many days have passedsince I saw you?Does it truly matter? Your eyes,and the expression on your face,have been on the forefrontof my mindsince you’ve created chaos within it. You looked angry,perhaps it was the sunblocking your view of me. You squinted your eyes,scrunched your nose,tilted back your head,raised your left handover your brow,curled your lipsto one side,then stopped deadin your fucking trackswhen you locked eyes with me. What did you see?Have you missed me?Has…

Poem

six years old with a baby on the way.

By Jane Doe | 1 September 20165 February 2024 by Jane Doe

I was six years old with a baby on the way,knowing I’d have to go to work, instead of outside to play.I looked to the sky to talk to a God who never spoke back,wondering if he knew that my purity was stained black. I bled when he touched me, was it because Jesus was mad?Santa must know too, he’ll bring me coal since I’m bad.Oh no! What to do about my mom and my…

Poem

familiarized demons are better than the ones unknown.

By Jane Doe | 1 July 20165 February 2024 by Jane Doe

She slipped into an inner sense of despairas the cracks in her soul parted into canyons.She looked into her heart – an abyss –and soon it stared back at her, and declared,“You’re broken, my dear.” She screamed as if her heart’s own voice burned her ears.She cried as if her tears would ease the sting.“Make me numb,” she begged to a god who never listened,“or send me to hell, so the physical pain justifies my…

Poem

so i scribbled on the mirror.

By Jane Doe | 1 April 20165 February 2024 by Jane Doe

I sat down to write a letter,a distraction from this stormy weather,planning to send it to a friend in hell,until I realized I was writing it to myself. So I scribbled on the mirror… To: my demons Hello, my friends,it’s so nice to see you all again. From time to time,I’ve had to remindmyselfthat I was somebodyelse. This plastic personapretending to own ahint of self respect has been hard to maintainwith a mind so insane,so…

Poem

three-foot tall.

By Jane Doe | 1 April 20165 February 2024 by Jane Doe

She was just a little girl when her soul was broken;no more than three-foot tall with her heart wide open,and youdestroyedit all. Now she regresses to a child when her perception falters;in times of love her mind is slaughtered.This isall yourfault. Now her mind is mixed with childlike dreamsand apathetic ramblings,All of which, twistedinto an abstract state.She’s tortured by memories and you’ve infested her dreams,and she contemplates plans for the day that she breaks.