A Splitting Of The Mind นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’m still here. Don’t listen to the other one.” The first Kael turned slowly. “Conflict detected,” he said calmly. The second Kael snapped back. “Stop talking like that!” Lyra stepped between them instinctively. “What is happening?” she whispered. The tired Kael looked at her. “It’s splitting me,” he said quickly. “Every thought I have gets separated into clean versions.” Lyra’s chest tightened. “And that one?” She pointed at the calm Kael. The tired one answered: “That’s what I would be if nothing mattered except logic.”

Why wasn’t I hearing anything? Then it hit me. I hadn't heard a single thought from him since the second we'd collided. Normally, people’s minds kicked in right away when someone accidentally got a drink spilled on them. A stream of annoyed, low-level swearing thoughts about the stain, the fabric, and how the night was now officially fucked. But with him, it was just a total, unbroken void. Which should not have been possible. Humans thought constantly. Their brains never shut up. I knew that better than anyone. I had spent years drowning in it, learning how to filter through chaos that never stopped moving.

21 The most extraordinary faculty our minds possess is the ability to break apart and compartmentalise. It's how we juggle multiple demands and how we cope with pain and trauma. After my wife died, I saw a string of therapists and grief counsellors and psychologists. One of them suggested I take my memories, lock them in a chest using heavy chains and padlocks, and drop the trunk into the deepest part of the ocean, beneath millions of tons of water.

I gasped. "What do you mean wrong?" I looked down at my hands and on my left hand the claws coming through were gold, warm and bright, and on my right hand the claws were silver, cold and sharp, and the gold was spreading up my left arm and the silver was spreading up my right and they were moving toward each other and where they met in the center of my chest the pain was enormous. "I'm not shifting into one wolf," I said, my voice barely working. Ronald grabbed my face. "Anna what is happening?" "I'm splitting," I said, "into two."

Then he leaned back and closed his eyes. I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking about two things… or more accurately, he was thinking about one person, but that person had split into two shadows. One was Alice, and the other was Lily. These two shadows had once been distinct — one in the light, one in the shadows, with a clear boundary between them. But now, as time passed, as the alcohol took effect, and as the words I’d carefully laid out played over and over in his mind… the two shadows began to overlap.

"He's in the sun, the wind, the rain, and in the air in which you breathe He sings a song of hope and cheer, there's no more pain, no more fear You'll see him in the clouds above hear him whisper words of love You'll be together before long Until then listen to his song." Christy Ann Martine ~•~ Awareness came in gradual stages. It began with a series of tiny explosions that went off behind my hazel-coloured eyes, intense detonations of pain that heralded my return to consciousness.

I walked and walked, but quickly realized that there was no place for me to go to. In the beginning, where you forgot her was in Yale City, and the incident also happened in Yale City. I wanted to go there. After walking for a few days, I was a little tired. In my trance, there was a honking sound. I was startled, and Stella came back. She was very confused at that time. I remembered what she had done, but she couldn't recall what I had done. She thought that there was something wrong with her mental state. In fact, in medicine, this is known as split personality disorder. It is also the mental problem that common people refer to.

It felt right somehow, as if by naming this other self, I could contain her, control her. The reflection’s smile widened, pleased at the recognition. “Hello, Georgia. I’ve been waiting for you to find me.” Somewhere in the rational part of my mind that still functioned, I knew this was happening—this splitting of self—because it was the only way to survive. Like Bertha Mason in that Gothic attic, raging and violent while Jane moved freely below, I too was dividing into the me that endured and the me that fought back. “You’re not real,” I insisted, though my conviction wavered. “You’re just... hunger. Drugs. My mind breaking.”

I Need to stop this pain! I feel like I am being emotionally ripped apart. I feel like I have voices in my head trying to guide me and direct me. I feel like my mind is splitting in two. This is worse than when I started to gain the power of mind linking pack members and those who are not pack members.

I woke up tired and spent the whole day moving around like a zombie. “I can’t be sure yet, I’ll need to do more tests but my conclusion is that Raya’s mind may be split. Usually when someone goes through something as traumatic as you have, there is a chance of them splitting or dissociating from the trauma. It’s a way of coping with what happened.” “I’m confused. Why would that happen to her? She’s in my mind Alice, I’m the one that bore the brunt of the torture and hell we went through.”