I was born in Ankara as the first child of a civil servant family with three children. My father was a handsome, kind, and polite man who cared deeply about his appearance. Even on winter days when everywhere turned into a sea of mud, his shoes would always shine. Every morning, he would put on his black coat and fedora hat, and never leave the house without kissing each of us one by one. He loved us dearly and treated us with great respect.
My mother, like all mothers, was a very self-sacrificing woman. Her whole world revolved around her husband and children. We were actually more afraid of her than of my father. She was strict and disciplined, cared greatly about our studies, dressed us neatly, and rarely allowed us to go out except for school. As the eldest child, she had high expectations from me in particular.
She was skilled at everything, loved having guests, and always hosted them in the best possible way. She also wanted us to help her with everything, and would get very angry even at our smallest mistakes. However, we three siblings always stood firmly behind one another like a fortress, and seeing that would please our mother. Her anger never lasted long — soon after, she would do everything she could to make us happy.
I was born in Ankara as the first child of a happy family. I began my story by saying that my family was happy, because if the first emotions one encounters in life are positive, that person feels closer to goodness, beauty, and happiness throughout their life.
My father was a handsome, affectionate man who cared about his appearance and always treated us with respect. My mother, like all mothers, was very self-sacrificing. She was capable, loved having guests, and wanted us children to take responsibility at home.
Having dinner together as a family was one of the most important rules in our house. Those meals were always filled with laughter and conversation.
I was one of the successful students of Maarif College (now TED College). With my mother’s guidance, I studied at Ankara University Faculty of Medicine.
In my second year of medical school, I took the announcer exams opened by TRT. Winning that was a distant dream for me at the time, but I succeeded — first working as a radio announcer and later as a TV presenter at the newly established TRT Television.
That challenging yet exciting adventure lasted until I graduated from medical school. After finishing, I left TRT, where I had been working as a permanent staff member for five years, and joined Hacettepe University’s Department of Psychiatry as an assistant doctor.
After a while, I married Aydın, my classmate with whom I had shared lectures and exams for years. Like my father, my husband was very handsome and charismatic. Because we knew each other so well, we had very few problems in our marriage. At that time, both of us often spent nights on hospital duty, so we could rarely see each other.
Then my daughter Yağmur was born. When my father passed away, she was only two years old, and it was the first time I had come so close to death — I felt that pain deeply in my soul. Five years later, my son was born, and we named him Hasan.
Both my husband and I had become specialists, our hospital duties had decreased, and we had been appointed as faculty members at the university. After ten fulfilling years at Hacettepe, I decided to open my own private practice because my children were still young, and I wanted to spend more time with them.
My life was passing in my “Red Room” at the clinic. Life flowed before my eyes, and many of my patients openly said to me, “What will we do if you die?”
My lifelong curiosity about discovering the world was finally fulfilled through my patients — they opened the doors to hundreds of thousands of different worlds for me. And behind each of those doors, the secret of life was hidden…
That was when I decided to start writing. Soon after, for my patients who said, “What will we do if you die?” and for the many people I knew needed psychological help, I founded Madalyon Psychiatry Center, the first licensed private psychiatry clinic in Turkey approved by the Ministry of Health.
I was no longer alone; I was working with a large and dedicated team. I had a new purpose in life — to help more people receive psychiatric support. At the clinic, perhaps for the first time in Turkey, psychiatrists and clinical psychologists worked together to serve patients. Even though I was more tired than before, I was happy.
In 2007, after losing my husband Aydın, dark clouds settled over my life. At that time, I thought I would never be able to smile again — but life goes on. The birth of my grandson, little Aydın, brought joy and healing to our whole family.
The best cure for pain is always work. During that period, I tried to ease my sorrow by working harder than ever — seeing patients during the day and writing books at night.
The messages I received from readers encouraged me to write even more. Over time, my books were adapted into popular TV series. Seeing them on bookstore bestseller lists, feeling the incredible love and attention at book signings, speaking at foundations and associations, giving interviews on radio and TV — all of these strengthened my desire to keep working tirelessly.
I keep all my awards in a special cabinet in my study.
As long as life allows, I will continue to reach out with love to the people I deeply cherish and believe to be sacred, and I will keep writing…
With my deepest respect and love,
Gülseren Budayıcıoğlu
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