Romans & histoires Words Can Change Your Brain

Then the cold hit my bloodstream. It didn't feel like a standard chemical injection; it felt like sub-zero ice water was being forced directly into my heart. My vision blurred instantaneously, the sharp edges of the wooden cabin turning a dull, smoky gray. The brilliant, rapid thoughts that usually ran through my brain like a well-ordered, meticulous index began to slow down to a crawl. The words—the vast, razor-sharp vocabulary I had used my entire life to shield myself from the vulnerability of the world—started to slip away like loose sand through a sieve. I tried to mentally construct a clever metaphor or a precise literary critique for what was happening to my cognitive functions, but m

God knew how he learned things when he couldn’t speak. “Hallucinations?” she asked. “Night terrors?” “No. It was real. Jess, he changed. One second he was a dog, the next…” “You’ve been under a lot of stress. Your brain is trying to process fear and comfort at the same time.” I hung up. She meant well. But she wasn’t there. She didn’t see the way Alex stared at me. Not with confusion. But knowing. Well, maybe a little confusion.

“But these things take time. Sometimes, a long time.” I swallowed, then looked down at my hands. “I keep talking to her. Even if it feels like I’m the only one in the room.” “You’re not,” he said, voice low but firm. “She hears more than we think. The human brain—especially when it’s healing—responds to love. Familiarity. Keep talking to her.” His words settled something in me. Like a stone lowered into calm water. “Thank you,” I said quietly. “You make me feel… I don’t know. Less crazy for hoping.”

But now, she pauses and tries to replace the raw words with some alternative soft words that will deliver her opinion but in a gentle way and the credits goes to Asher who brought this version of her into existence. Living with him has taught her the importance and effects words hold in people's lives. Even a small gesture of kindness can make someone's day a lot better. A slight smile can change someone’s whole mood. The kind and polite words can make someone feel better. And all these things she learnt and experienced from Asher. His way of treating her with respect and love changed a lot in her that now she wants to be the best version of herself for him. She never knew that, one day she

“This too shall pass,” her screen saver read every time her phone lit up. Isn’t it strange? Deriving motivation from an assemblage of words by a stranger. Words. If used carelessly, they can cut deeper than a knife and cause irrevocable damages. Wars have been waged, people have been maimed in history just because of some wrong words said at the wrong time. But on the flip side, these words are also capable of healing people. Breeding hope. Reinstating belief.

Ashley and Madden sat in the row in front of us, close enough to whisper, far enough to pretend they weren't listening. Professor Hans walked in at 9:02. "Good morning," he said, setting his briefcase on the podium. "Today we're discussing trauma. Its effects on the brain. Its effects on behavior. Its effects on relationships." He looked up. His eyes scanned the room. "Trauma isn't just something that happens to you," he continued. "It's something that lives inside you. It changes you. It rewires your brain. It makes you see threats where there are none, and miss threats that are right in front of you."

“I might have no right to talk to you right now because I have hurt you greatly, but I am deeply sorry. And I want to prove it.” Seven turned to the screen, the blue lights illuminating his face. “How? How do you think you can ever erase what you have done to me?” “When a word leaves a person’s mouth, it can never return; what has been said, has been said. You cannot take it back. If you computerize that, you will see that these words that have been spoken are like text messages that I sent. But before I could even think of taking them back, they have been imprinted in your brain and then you screenshot it.”

He didn’t wrap his arms around her this time he maintained a small distance to let her breathe freely. He slowly felt her heartbeat slowed down. He made her lay on the bed and kept caressing her head like a baby. Indeed, it was truly said “Words have energy and power with the ability to help, to heal, to hinder, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate and to humble.” His words have power to let her fight with her own demons inside her mind, soul and brain. Almost an hour later when he though she would close her eyes or would fall asleep, then only a soft voice was heard in the coldest tone.

His once fit and excellent physique had been eroded by time that passed very quickly. White smoke billowed from his lips as he inhaled heavily, trying to relax his chaotic mind and trying to suggest himself to be warm. Back when he was still in training, his trainers said that the brain is the most advanced and most important component of a human being. The brain can manipulate a person when a person tries to really think. For example, when there is psychosomatic. When humans actually have absolutely no dangerous physical disease. They just keep imagining in their brains that they are sick, so the body finally believes it and shows worrying symptoms of illness. So with the same theory he tri

It was heavy and oppressive. “These substances,” George continued, his tone sharpening slightly, “when used repeatedly and over long periods, can interfere with how the brain stores and retrieves memories. They do not just block memory in the moment—they disrupt the structure of memory itself.” My fingers trembled slightly. No. No… “That’s not possible,” I whispered, shaking my head faintly. “I would know if I was being drugged—” “No,” June’s voice came gently from the doorway as she stepped inside, her expression sympathetic but firm. “Not necessarily.”