Change Your Brain Everyday Novels & Stories

All these and more were the consequences one had the face for choosing the wrong person. “ Up for some cigarettes? I think it would help at this point, I'm beginning to loose it. I can't think clearly, my brain tends to shut down whenever I think of the mess I am in. For me, there's no difference between night and day. Only a creature who sleeps can differentiate between them. I barely eat also, this minute I'm famished and the next, my appetite is gone.” “ Great. You're beginning to take up old habits. Shall I remind you that, when you are married to the right one, all you get is peace of mind. All this turbulence won't be included, your brain doesn't have to sleep all the time and..”

You can never change and erase everything but at least you can change yourself from your usual mistakes. No matter what, I will still be admiring you. Don't think that nobody cares about your bravery every day. Whenever you open your eyes while saddling for what will happen and if you can't bear the constant denial of this world. I'm just here, joining you in all of your battles. Always remember that every day, every minute and seconds — the situation will change. Just be brave and ready to fight anew.

He nodded We started to breathe together then I said in a very smooth tone, " Look at your face! It's all sweaty! Should we go to the bathroom and clean you up?" " Yeah." He said He walked to the bathroom, washed his face as I pulled from his closet another shirt, he changed his shirt then returned to his bed " Do you feel better?" I moved his hair off his face " Yes." He replied weakly " Dreams and nightmares are how the brain sifts through the daytime images, sensations, and experiences. Dreams and nightmares cannot predict the future, nor do they convey meaningful information about who we are. Rather, the information in dreams and nightmares is like the garbage being processed at a recycl

I thanked him and he told me not to mention “You don’t experience those things anymore, do you?” he suddenly asked and I smiled a bit “I haven’t experienced it for several weeks, I guess I am getting better. Is that it?” I joked and he nodded slightly “It might be that you are getting better and it can also be that your brain is preparing to open up itself so either way, let’s get prepared. Should in case the brain doesn’t open up as expected, I don’t want you to get disappointed. The brain knows what’s best for you so it might decide that making you forget them completely is the best way for you to enjoy life, let’s leave the decision to the brain” he advised with a serious tone and I slowl

No news is good news? That, I didn't agree with. I've lived the past month with my heart in my mouth, expecting a change the next day, only to be disappointed each time. Letting out a deep exhale, I tied the rope of the silk robe I had changed into together, heading to my bed to take a quick nap. If there's something I've learnt these last few months, it's that a quick nap to reboot your brain when in distress goes a long way. However, I guess someone had other plans, and my phone beeped once again, and a text popped up.

What if it became a pattern? I just wanted peace. I wanted my life back, the one that didn’t include second-guessing my worth every time he decided I was convenient enough to chase. "It'll burst," Beck says, his voice interrupting my downward spiral. I blink at him, my brows furrowing. "What?" "Your brain," he clarifies with a smirk. "It'll burst with all this thinking. And you'll lose your fingers with all that twisting." I follow his gaze to my hands and realize he’s right. My fingers are tangled together, twisting and pulling, and I’ve been picking at the skin along my thumb until it’s raw. I hadn't even noticed.

Rose Sinclair; The resident doctor cleared me for discharge last night. By 5 AM, I was already up, showered, dressed in casual clothes, and ready for whoever was coming to pick me up. The past week had been nothing but a cycle of monotony, with the old TV in the ward playing the same fighting techniques over and over again. By now, my mind had memorized those moves—not by choice, but by sheer repetition. The more you’re exposed to something, the more your subconscious absorbs it. That’s just how the brain works.

Brenda said as she was about to move. "Noo! You don't always have to be like this, are you trying to be so hard on yourself, by the way, we are not done here." Brenda said. "Okay now they're not wasting your time, just have this, drink it because like I say it is very good to take coffee during the daytime, it would help in a "very faster and sharper brain." Brenda said as she gave you her coffee. "Ok, thanks I'll be on my way now." She said as the both departed.

“It used to be," Sarah said. "Over the past few years, I’ve managed to introduce quite a few differences into his routine. To break up the sameness, and teach him some skills to cope with change, in case we need to go to the doctor, say, or a repairman needs to come into the house. So, before we used to do the exact same thing every day, but now we do different things every day, but we always do them that day.” He cocked his head. “Huh?”

Arnold was brimming with delight as he paced back and forth, unable to hide the excitement bubbling inside him. Every few steps he would clasp his hands together before separating them again, as though his thoughts were running much faster than his legs could keep up. "Don't you know, young master, a brain is the most complex organ in anyone's body. People often praise the heart for emotions or the muscles for strength, but in truth, the brain commands everything. Every movement, every memory, every pain, every fear, every instinct to survive. Would you believe it that there are people whose body strength could become much stronger and more powerful just because their brain believed so?"