Novel & Cerita Words Can Change Your Brain

“As if you were working on something.” “Sure.” Thea sensed the parts of his brain that lit up. She funneled energy to those parts, intended that those parts be supercharged, more plastic, more able to connect neurons and work better. Then she funneled in energy to charge him and his body in general. “Wow,” Mr. Garrity said. “I feel smarter. More energized. That was incredible.” Thea smiled. “Let me know if it helps.” “I will. Can I ask what you did?”

“Bella, looks like the universe really likes us together.” I dragged a hand down my face. “Or maybe it’s punishing me.” He grinned. “Punishment can be fun.” I snapped my notebook shut. “Not with you.” “So—neuroplasticity, huh? I can think of a few ways we could test brain flexibility. Ever heard the theory that intense emotions can literally rewire synaptic connections?” His eyes flicked deliberately over me, slow, heated. “We could run an experiment on attraction. Purely academic, of course.”

“Have courage. It’s going to be difficult and we need you to do some exercises. Are you familiar with neuroplasticity?” I shook my head. “It’s rewiring your brain. In simple terms, you’re going to teach your mind to look at memories from a different perspective. I’m not going to be some positivity schmuck out there preaching that this will solve all your issues. But it’s a logical step forward.” “How can I do it? I can barely function, doc.” “Are you taking your pills?” “Yes.” “Consistently?” My non-response was answer enough. “Fine, to monitor you I would hand it to you whenever you step inside the office. If you want to act like a child, I’ll treat you like one.”

"Anytime I see talks on women empowerment in our families, education of girls, helping them progress, finding them jobs, scholarships, I hear music playing in my head. It increases my heartbeat, causing tension in my arteries. It increases my cortisol levels, testosterone decreases. The left hemisphere in my brain is stimulated." Rickey said going hysterical while pulling the hairs on his head.

Anindira was messed up, it was very difficult for her little brain to absorb lessons, no matter how many times she read, there would be some parts that would disappear from her brain again. ''I thought * green amber could also keep the brain regenerating and getting young again. Why is my brain's ability according to my age? I give up, my brain can't take it anymore... I give up...'' ''Crap! From tomorrow the hell of exams has started. I'm not ready at all, I can't...''

064 Alora's POV I couldn't believe my eyes, nor my ears. I had heard situations where people suddenly got rooted to their spots. I wouldn't exactly say it had happened to me, but I had seen it happen to people I was close to, so I believed it. I just didn't totally believe that it would happen to me, and at this point in my life too. Fuck.. That was the only word my mind could come up with. I had no way to check, but I could bet my life that the inside of my brain responsible for coming up with words and sentences were all frazzled up.

Defensively my brain is making internal remarks. Come on convince yourself even more huh. I hear my brain pissing me off.

“I’ve always been.” How can a person be this arrogant and disrespectful? “It includes a lot of activities, for instance, thinking, human memory, concentration, perception, problem-solving, and more,” the professor continued discussing while my mind was wrapped up in thoughts of the person next to me. “Are you writing it down?” Caden questioned, his smug tone clear. I ignored him and pretended to focus on the lecture. “This lets us observe more about people and achieve more knowledge of the human brain. With that, it enables psychologists to formulate new ways of helping people dealing with psychological difficulties.”

I could guess why but he couldn't express his reasons. The drive back to the office gave me time to think. Ford's suggestion about talking to Cassie's doctor kept circling in my head. Maybe there was a medical explanation for the changes I was seeing. Brain injuries could alter personality, right? I'd heard stories about people waking up from comas speaking different languages or suddenly being able to play piano. But could trauma rewire someone enough to make them... better? The thought felt dangerous. Like hoping for something I had no business wanting.

she insisted, her answer firmer this time as though repeating it would erase the uncertainty he had planted in her mind. Victor didn't argue. Instead, he merely shrugged his shoulders with an expression that revealed nothing before lowering his gaze back to the book in his hands. His fingers lazily turned a page, his attention seemingly returning to the text as though the conversation had already ended. "A possible change to one's personality and self is mostly affected by one's childhood. Trauma that was implicated on one's brain before maturity could cause several severe case of mental disorders." The words rolled off his tongue calmly, sounding less like an opinion and more like something