Founded by Dr. Randy Dellosa, Life Change Recovery Center (LCRC) is a psychiatric facility and rehabilitation center for people suffering from schizophrenia, depression, addiction, and other unmanageable behaviors. It is located at #105 Scout Rallos Street, Brgy. Sacred Heart, Kamuning, Quezon City.
For further information about LCRC, you may contact 415-7964 or 415-6529. You may also visit www.randydellosa.comAerobic session ulit ng mga residents.Yun nga lang, this day hindi ako nakasali sa kanila. We were given a task to compile the outputs of the residents. Lahat kasi ng output nila ibibigay sa kanila kapag na-discharge na sila.Para mas madali, pinag-hiwahiwalay namin yung art works per patient.At masyado kaming na-overwhelm sa sobrang dami ng output.Tapos meron pang mga output ng mga previous residents. Narealize ko na marami sa mga residents eh artistic. Naisip ko din na siguro yung iba sa kanila mas na-eexpress yung thoughts and emotions nila thru colors.
As a preparation para sa afternoon activity, may pinabasa samin si sir na passage. And we brainstormed about it. We then shared kung ano yung line that most striked us. Actually, lahat nung lines sa passge na yun tumama sakin. Because its about pretensions and wearing masks.
Pagkatapos nun, kami naman yung nag-facilitate ng activity with the residents through small group sharing. Sa mga residents na napunta sa group ko, may isa sa kanila na willingly shared her thoughts and ideas sa line na napili nya.Kaso, yung isa sa kanila pumili ng line dun sa passage pero nung sinabi ko kung bakit yun yung pinili nya, parang hindi naman connect tapos hindi ko pa sya masyadong maintindihan. Narealize ko na mahirap mag-facilitate at mag-process. Pero I'm accepting that as a challenge. I believe na mag-iimprove din ako sa pag-fafacilitate.
Going back sa passage na tinutukoy ko,it is nice to reflect on it so I am sharing it with you:
PLEASE LISTEN TO WHAT I AM NOT SAYING
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks
Masks that I'm afraid to take off, and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me.
But don't be fooled, for God's sake, don't be fooled.
I gave you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without.
That confidence is my name, and coolness my game;
that the weather's calm and I'm in command, and that I need no one.
But don't believe me. Please.
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask.
Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.
But I hide this, I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and my fear of being exposed.
That's why I frantically crate a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant, sophisticated facade,
To help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such glance is precisely my salvation, my only salvation. And I know it.
That is, if its followed by acceptance, if its' followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers that I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself.
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't care. I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh and your laugh will kill me.
I'm afraid that deep down I'm nothing, that I'm just no good,
and that you'll see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate game, with a facade of assurance without,and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade of masks. And my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing, and nothing of what's everything.
Of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine, don't be fooled by what I'm saying
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying.
What I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say,
but which I can't say.
I dislike hiding honestly,
I dislike the superficial game I'm playing,
the superficial, phony game.
I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous and me.
BUT YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME.