{:en} Warm yellow colors on the deck of the gigantic cruise ship... A warm breeze in my face... Fresh sea air... And the theme "The island has appeared! Let's take the predictions ? with its postcard-perfect white sandy beaches, deep blue turquoise waters, and rainbow-colored towns, the Bahamas was my April holiday destination after a long cruise. Located south of Florida and north of the island of Cuba and stretching along the Atlantic Ocean, the Bahamas quickly drew me into a tropical paradise of islands and bays! The Bahamas, named after the Spanish "Baja Mar" meaning "shallow waters", are here! ?️ There were a lot of things I...

{:en} Recovery in a psychiatric institution often focuses on physical stabilization, but what about the mind? In the midst of medication intake and daily hospital routines, small moments of connection create powerful shifts. Moments like this made me reflect on the importance of psychological well-being in a psychiatric institution. While the primary focus is understandably placed on physical stabilization, the emotional needs of patients are equally significant and can greatly enhance their recovery journey. Today, I want to explore how psychological support can complement the physical recovery process and why it deserves attention in this context. During my internship, I had the opportunity to observe what recovery looks like from...

{:en} Melda Sherman: Hi Chad Lund Hoffman. I know you have a long and interesting career in business and are also a writer, but can you tell me about your early life? CHAD LUND HOFFMAN: Yes, thank you. I was born in Minnesota. My father was an insurance executive; my mother was a Northwest Orient Airlines stewardess and a spokesperson and model for Stetson hats. It's funny how styles change, but men's hats were in fashion at the time. My father moved us to a small town and joined my uncle's family business there. He later founded Associated Risk Managers/ARM International. He was a brilliant businessman with a...

{:en} The final installment of my series reminds us why the nights of 1990s Istanbul are still talked about. Because some nights end, but the traces they leave behind remain. In this installment, we listen to the voices of those who lived through it; we hear from those who left their mark on those nights through today’s eyes. Together, we see what those nights made possible, what they transformed, and what they left behind for the present day.Taxim Night Park: A Public Place in Private ZEYNEP FADILLIOĞLU / Interior Architect & METİN FADILLIOĞLU / Businessman/Entrepreneur Opening a club in Istanbul in the 90s took courage. However, transforming an abandoned...

{:en} Do you sometimes feel confused or doubt your feelings and the events you experience? Does the other person often make you unhappy? Do not take these confusions lightly, you may be experiencing psychological pressure. In this article, I will talk about; gaslighting which we can also call forced delusion, which is a kind of manipulation. Although the term gaslighting seems to have entered our lives in recent years, it first emerged in 1938 from a play by Patrick Hamilton, a British playwright and novelist. This play is about doubting and manipulating one own memories and perceptions. In his marriage, a man tries to psychologically pressure his wife...

{:en} Let's start with the last 2 months... endless involuntary crying, writhing, unreasonable lack of control of anger... It's a time where I'm stuck at a point where I want to reset myself, filled with a heavy burden as if it will never end... As I read these sentences, I feel like, I feel the question you ask; "What happened?" Nothing happened, I was just left in a huge void. It is a distress that comes with walking without seeing the end of the road, on a summer night when uncertainty is rampant, and my whole body is covered in fever. At first, I resisted this situation very...

{:en} The past sometimes can't go away, stays. Just like our scars, the wound is no longer there, but the scar is and sometimes that scar stings our eyes. You want to scratch, you feel shivering, and maybe you get angry about it. But I'm telling you, that wound is not there anymore, whatever emotion you can feel, that wound belongs to the past. But can we always leave the past in the past? I guess we don't. If it were possible, would I write this article? When I share this tragicomic story that happened to a relative of mine, I think you will understand my opinion...

{:en} The one that carries us. But do you even exist? Because I swear to you, last night, while I stared into your coal-dark eyes, while you murmured my name, while shadows wrestled in sweat and breath and some quiet apocalypse rose from the armchair, there was no time. There was only you, and only me. The shadows slipped away, the lights were off, the balcony door open, and the city kept going on as if it had nothing to do with us. The hour hand danced with the minute hand, swaying, drifting. And I’m supposed to take that as proof? Or is it these false whites in my hair, these rings of age under my eyes, my youth leaping forward and landing in the arms of my daughters, the years...