CWOW Story

Another day, another life Once upon a time, there was… Boring, right? Not another bedtime story! But is it a story? Or the “naked truth” of a life-changing moment in time, well, more like a series of moments because, hey, let’s be honest, we shift the helm of our lifeboat

It was a melancholic warm Ankara night in the summer of 2010 when I left my childhood neighborhood Clifton. My family and I had left the American dream coming back to our home country Turkey; the land of the confused and the in-betweens, a bridge that burned with the chaos

It will all fall into place, just be patient. For many years, I’ve always searched for friends like stars in a dark night until I applied to a leadership program by NGO called Youth Leaders Foundation. After tough filtration processes, I was chosen from 12000 applicants with 50 participants. Firstly,

     So… we all know this story; It was all sunny and rainbowy when out of nowhere came the lockdown. We all got limiting timetables for walking outside, new restrictive rules of behavior and a lot of time to spend at home with our families. I know what you are

His reputation preceded him: He was a successful psychotherapist, and one of the most renowned trainers of person-centered psychotherapy in Greece. I entered the door of the classroom of the Institution of Counseling and Psychological Studies already knowing that my former university classmates would envy me and bombard me with

Have you ever wondered which was the experience or the person that changed your life? When this happens you will understand it. Looking back to my life there are many moments and experiences worth remembering, but only one changed my life and my way of thinking. Everything started 2 years

Life-changing experiences are a part of our lives. Although sometimes we look for them for a very long time, they usually come unexpectedly and may leave unnoticed.  Tough as it seems for the adventure to be caught, there’s a small group of people who know how to recognize its call

     Pretty often I refer in my writings to people from my past, or memories with people from my present, rarely affirmations of future possibilities. You see, I had a perfect poem ready for this task, but poems were not allowed. Nonetheless, this is still the story I wish to

    Father Alarcón, former Missionary in Venezuela, was a tough man with white short hair who looked at you with content, just the way wolves look at sheep. He used to tell us stories about a School in the middle of the jungle, where all students carried guns to class