You and Your Brain.

Now that I’ve made my ebook “Who Cares? Life for an Irish Transgender Teen” free to the public (you can download the full thing here), I’ve decided to publish the chapters here on my website. Below is a chapter from this book which was published in April 2016.

I have a theory about humans. I think that we mainly consist of two things. The soul and the brain. They are two separate entities, completely unrelated to one another, that live inside of us. They are, what some people refer to as the head and the heart. The soul could be thought of as a bright light that floats through our bodies, while the brain is a gooey pink lump inside our skulls. Because of this, it’s only natural to assume that the brain houses all of our insecurities and worries. The brain is sensitive and nervous. It panics in difficult situations and worries that no one likes it. It also thinks about life in a negative fashion and believes that it will never be good enough. It’s cautious around the soul, as they are completely opposite to one another. For many people, I believe that it rules the body more than the soul does. I’m not a big fan of the brain, although I definitely recognize why it’s necessary. That sounds like such an idiotic thing to say but I think my brain holds me back an awful lot. However, I’m always working on preventing that from being the case.

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Friends-Interaction Three

Introspection is a series in which my current nineteen-year-old self has imaginary interactions with my fifteen-year-old self. For more information, click here.

I pour the last drop from a pot of peppermint tea into my mug, taking a long sip. On the table sits my sunglasses, my notebook, the novel I’m currently reading and my phone. They all sit untouched, I’m too distracted to write, read or check social media.

I’m in the lobby of a hotel in Kilmuckridge, the village where I attended school. It’s so strange to sit here again, in the place where I used to often meet my friends, none of whom I’ve spoken to in a very long time.

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Family-Interaction Two.

Introspection is a series in which my current nineteen-year-old self has imaginary interactions with my fifteen-year-old self. For more information, click here.

I stop at the foot of the long winding driveway and stare at the large yellow house. I don’t get to come here nearly as often as I’d like to and that’s a huge pity. But that’s one of the sacrifices I’ve had to make in order to live in Dublin full time. The multitude of animals that usually greet me are nowhere to be seen. I don’t think there’s anyone here except who I’ve come to see.

When he answers the door, he’s fully dressed. I’m somewhat surprised. Usually when he’s lounging around the house he’s doing so in his pyjamas and fluffy dressing gown. But it then occurs to me that he’s now 15, meaning his brand new social life has begun. He’s probably on the way out to see his friends, in fact I’m probably keeping him from doing so.

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Getting Acquainted-Interaction One.

Introspection is a series in which my current nineteen-year-old self has imaginary interactions with my fifteen-year-old self. For more information, click here.

I take a seat on the low stone wall, looking out at the sea. I rarely make it out to Dun Laoghaire these days, even though it’s one of my favourite places.

I spent a lot of time here as a child and always loved doing so. My family only lived down the road, making Dun Laoghaire our local town. I have such fond memories of ice-cream and beach visits and shopping with my relations at a time when days out of the house were so significant to me.

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Introspection-Introduction.

Introspection is the act of looking within oneself.

I believe in introspection and I believe that when embarking on a journey of introspection, it’s vital to delve back into your past. I find it tough to write about my past in a way that honours my younger self. And there’s so much to talk about in my present that I often end up writing about that instead.

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