Change Your Brain Everyday Novels & Stories

I should just die! 'Finally!' I groaned tirelessly, hands on my waist as I smiled at the new look of my room. It's a success. Truly, all work and no play makes one really a dull person. See my head making wonders, cleaning my room and putting things back to where they belonged really did help in enhancing my brain and I feel so light. Now I have to take a cold shower and have a nice rest, maybe wrapping my head around my pillow and taking forty winks won't be a bad idea.

This miraculous experience elevated their feelings for each other once again. However, the biggest change was in their bodies. The old man’s brain which had been ravaged by Alzheimer's disease started to become clearer and more lucid. He was originally an extremely intelligent and quick-witted man, but Alzheimer's had slowed him down like a legendary sports car with an irreparable engine problem that was losing speed and power. Yet now, he could distinctly feel that high-speed sensation in his brain returning. Memories that had eluded him before came rushing back like a tide, and he didn't feel overwhelmed. Instead, he felt that everything that had collapsed in the past was quickly rebuildin

Alex slowly nods, saying to her, “Let me explain, honey. The brain is just another muscle. It gets tired and needs warming up to start working fully. The time in which you can maintain maximum concentration is quite short if you do not train it. It is more ideal for studying lightly daily than strongly before tests and exams. Sofia crossed her hands and smiled at him, and she said, “So if you study daily video games and work?” Alex answered, “That’s why I’d told you, darling, I study one hour in the morning, one hour in the afternoon, and one hour before bed. I rest the brain and settle the knowledge, slowing down and keeping the brain fed in a comfortable place. Relaxed, you can learn more

--- Embarrassed, he hides his face with his hands. I let out a laugh, enveloping him in a tight hug. Ethan returns the hug, laying his head on my breasts, staring at me with a smile the size of the world. "I know that when something happens that marks us, involuntarily our mind makes us relive that moment when something similar happens. But we have to understand that just as the sun rises every morning, it gives us another chance to change."--- I advised him, ruffling his hair. This advice applies to him, but at the same time to me. Deep down I am learning this, that there is nothing like one day after another, because just as every day is different, no one stays the same forever, at some po

How am I supposed to break this news to them and how would they react? Just thinking about it gave me a headache. I reached out to grab the bottle of water that I always had on my work desk before gulping down a lot of water. Someone somewhere said that water was needed for the brain to function properly. After downing all that water, I reached the genius conclusion to deal with all of it later.

" She was looking at my face. That moment was so soothing. We were speaking my mind with each other. She was telling me everything that her mind was holding. "More often we changed into a better person. Every day there is some part of us, that is new. We are never the same person every next day Scarlett," I said.

“I can feel it from here. It’s vibrating through the floorboards, ricocheting off my skull, and murdering my REM cycle.” I smiled despite myself. “Sorry.” She rolled her eyes as if the ‘sorry’ was not what she wanted to hear right now. “You should be. Sleep is a sacred ritual. It’s the only time the brain takes out the trash. You’re keeping me awake, which means my brain clutter is building up, which means tomorrow I’ll probably say something even more socially unacceptable than usual.” I snorted at that. I couldn't help it. “That’s possible?” “Possible and inevitable. I’m already rehearsing.”

“Some days feel clearer than others.” “And today?” he asked gently. “Today feels…” I paused, searching for the right word. “Busy. In my head.” He leaned back slightly, folding his hands. “That happens a lot during recovery. Your brain is doing more work than you realize.” I looked at the window briefly, then back at him. “It’s strange. I wake up knowing I’m supposed to remember things, but I don’t. It’s like standing in a room filled with locked doors.” “That’s actually a very common description,” he said. “Frustrating, isn’t it?”

I say. " I never pictures you as the meditation type." He says. " I'm not. That's why I'm exhausted. And we're going to be doing it every day until I can finally clear my mind of everything. It's a lot harder than you think." I say. " I bet it is. Especially for you. You've never been able to calm your mind. You've always had things to worry about. How are you meant to train your brain to stop what you've been doing you're whole life?" Noah asked.

I'm lucky I have good people around me to keep me sane. It hits the spot. I drink my coffee strong and black, "just like me," my mother always jokes. I close my eyes for a second, visualizing the bitter brew as it slides down my throat and settles in my stomach. As it does, I visualize the caffeine infusing my cells with energy, like mini super bolts, zipping around and zapping each cell awake. I know it sounds idiotic, but the process helps me get in the right mindset each morning. It's become a stupid little routine that tells my body it's time to focus and get shit done. And one I especially need this morning. I only allow myself that one day a year to have a mental breakdown over my loss