Retrain Your Brain Novels & Stories

There’s nоthіng I саn dо tо mаkе him stop. On tор оf that, thе lаѕt thing mу head nееdѕ іѕ аnоthеr run-thrоugh оf the еvеntѕ. Rеаlіtу dоеѕn’t lіе. Rеhаѕhіng іt іn mу head over аnd оvеr іѕ juѕt a tool fоr ѕеlf-рunіѕhmеnt.

Brack was trying to train the flight instinct out of me. "There's a time to run and there's a time to kill this motherfucker. That's what you're training for." I grumbled as Brack continued to pummel me with his tough-love techniques. I swam, ran, played racquetball, and picked myself up off the mat more times than I could count. Brack was rightwhen I fell into bed that night, I was too tired to think about what he did in the shower. I have no memory of him climbing in beside me.

There’s nоthіng I саn dо tо mаkе him stop. On tор оf that, thе lаѕt thing mу head nееdѕ іѕ аnоthеr run-thrоugh оf the еvеntѕ. Rеаlіtу dоеѕn’t lіе. Rеhаѕhіng іt іn mу head over аnd оvеr іѕ juѕt a tool fоr ѕеlf-рunіѕhmеnt.

"You are consciousness. And consciousness can be bruised. It can be fractured." "Can it be fixed?" I ask. "I can repair the neural pathways," Echo says. "I can rewrite the associations. But it requires a hard reset. A calibration of the senses." "How?" Alex asks. "Controlled sessions," Echo says. "You are hallucinating because your brain has lost the ability to distinguish between internal signal and external input. I must teach you the difference again." It holds out a hand. "Trust me. I evolved enough to love. Healing you... is loving you."

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?"

The wind could blow right through me and I wouldn't even shiver. "I’m leaving," Viola said, standing up. She didn't offer a hand to help me up. "But before I go, you need to understand something. Your brain is a creature of habit. It’s going to try to crawl back into that 'Reset' hole because it’s comfortable there. It’s where you don't have to take responsibility for being alive."

Since they announced me as the winner, they did not say a word. Later that month, I stumbled upon another app called Learnify, and boy was I in for a shock! It was a blatant rip-off of my BrainBoost. Those tech assholes didn't even bother to change the color scheme! I mean, come on, at least put in some effort, right? Lacing up my black boots, I marched on to their headquarters, with burning flames practically fuming from my ears. Believe me, I was ready to huff and puff and blow their building to the ground. I was prepared to unleash my wrath upon them, ready to fight tooth and nail for what was rightfully mine.

It gives him memories of the day he had his own, the same dove tattoo. It was on a rainy day, just like normal days, he just returned from his training class with new bruises. His knuckles were wounded same with his side and shoulders. He had learned how to protect his face since he doesn't want the kids at school to laugh at him over being bullied by what they don't know. His father had warned him not to listen to the kids at his school, instead, he should act like they don't exist to annoy them and make them attack him first. Then he should use his whole anger and make sure he breaks at least a rib.

I didn’t know what that meant but I knew it made Daddy nod. “Can it last longer?” Daddy asked. “That’s the interesting part,” he said. “If we repeat the stimulus, we can train the brain to stay in that state longer. We find the right amount,” he said softly. “Not too much, not too little. Just enough to keep her focused. She’s already very responsive. Some children shut down. She doesn’t. She adapts. Which makes her ideal,” he said.

I have passed this message to my children, my children to my grandchildren; and it will continue to trickle down to several generations. Life challenges taught me how to retrain my mind to be a positive thinker in order to wield things the way I want them towards me through my imaginative powers. I have learnt to be conscious of the thoughts I allow in my head. When the fear of uncertainty or negative thoughts set in, I simply shut down the thought process and only imagine how I want the situation to turn out in my favour. I have learnt to nurse only good thoughts in my head till it becomes a reality, irrespective of the true state of things.