Retrain Your Brain Novels & Stories

"Brain?" Katrina frowned. "You are talking like brain takes its own decisions" Marona nodded. "Yes, your brain is smart... You won't even imagine how it works in different situations..." She placed the glass in front of her. "Try to grab the glass but at the same time think in your mind that you don't want to." Katrina nodded and looked at the glass. She wanted to grab the glass but she was thinking of not picking it up. She just ended up staring at the glass.

I’m more cold and short with anyone who asks stuff I don’t think matters. To make sure I stay unbeatable, I’ve been training harder—body and mind. I’m sharpening my instincts and learning everything I can so no one can trick me. I’ve taught myself to see what my enemies will do before they do it, so I can shut down any plan before it even starts.

Defective to the human mind Is the believe I am wrong I am right Things run situation based You can be right still wrong You can be wrong still right Nurture respect for self Command over things That need to be done Do not practice delay It kills Before it sustains Logic is multitudinal dimensional How can you neglect self authority To govern To rule To acknowledge Come celebrate ceremony Of no absolute truth No complete gain Just the beginning No end is sane They who contribute enough Shy away They who sell extreme Still live in pain Come celebrate success Come practice the sane What if I carry you aloof In the door closed era No opportunity knocks There is no tomorrow there Will you be hap

Rocky is urging me to keep going, but my brain is screaming at me to stop and think. I tilt my head back and close my eyes tightly. I recall my training and fight the fuzzy sensation clouding my mind. It’s just manipulation, I tell myself. Don’t let yourself get pulled in further. It’s just manipulation, I keep reminding myself as I hone my focus. As the hazy feeling dissipates, I pull away from our kiss and set her back on the countertop.

The panic that had clawed up his throat even though logically he knew he was safe. "That's a very normal response to what you experienced," Dr. Chen said. "You were held captive in a confined space for weeks. Your brain learned that enclosed spaces equal danger. It's going to take time to retrain that response." "How much time?" "That varies. For some people, months. For others, years. But Roman, you need to be patient with yourself. You're three months out from a severe trauma. You're not going to be back to normal yet." "I don't have time to not be normal. I have a company to run. A family to provide for. I can't just—" His voice cracked. "I can't fall apart."

This had surprised me, but her actions fortunately did not affect my future self, which was a relief. During these thirteen years, Sophia never argued with me like when we were married. Hence, the various stomach problems she had developed in the previous timeline had been successfully avoided. The Sophia of today had less of her former impulsiveness and had taken on a more mature demeanor, quietly remaining by my side day after day for the past decade. As I sorted through my memories, I suddenly felt a touch on my shoulder. "Professor Reed, your phone has been ringing for quite a while. Would you like me to answer it for you?"

“But… I saw them. I saw everything myself.” “I know you did,” she said. “Your brain interpreted fear and worry in ways that felt real. That doesn’t make you weak or crazy. It makes you human. You need rest, calm, and time to recover. If you follow the advice I’m giving you for the next month and nothing like this happens, you’ll begin to believe fully that your mind created these images to cope.”

the voice continues, and I heighten my senses. “Look at your hands. They aren’t shaking because you’re tired; they are shaking because the ‘you’ in there is losing its grip on the controls. You’re not just ‘taking hits’ anymore. Every time your head snaps back, a piece of your childhood, a memory of your loved ones, a bit of your basic math, it just… leaks out. You aren’t just tired, you’re resetting. Your brain is turning into a bowl of gray static, and the scary part? You won't even remember I told you this in ten minutes.”

The movement of someone who has received bad news and is already adapting to it. "Ninety percent by day eight," I said. "Is it possible with the right training approach?" She assessed me the way she always assessed me. Not the way I presented. The way I actually was underneath what I presented. "Possible," she said. "Not comfortable. The rebuild does not respond well to being rushed. Push it too hard and it stalls. Holds at a lower level than it would have reached with appropriate pacing." She paused. "The training cannot push the rebuild. It has to support the rebuild. We create conditions for the power to return faster. We do not demand faster."

I feel I need to remember, it is important. “Don't overstress yourself, my dear, the brain is a tricky thing, and it works on its own time, nothing you can do will speed it up, relax and enjoy what you do remember, and the rest will come.”Hank said as if he could see I was stressing out.