Thursday, November 17, 2011

Quote of the Week!

This week I had the opportunity to attend a training at the Mental Health Assoication of Southeast Florida on Perspectives Inside the Institution. The training offered persepectives from hospital staff and patients within today's psychiatric hospitals. Today, I want to share a poem that was presented during this training.


Don't be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a thousand masks,
And none of them are me.
Don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
And that I need no one. But don't believe me.

Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in aloness, in fear.
That's why I create a mask to hide behind, to shield me from the glance that knows,
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
That is, if its followed by acceptance, if its followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from my own self-built prison walls.
I'm afraid that deep down I'm nothing and that I'm just no good,
And that you will reject me.

And so begins the parade of masks, I idly chatter to you.
I tell you everything that's really nothing and
Nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying.
I'd really like to be a genuine and spontaneous, and ME.
But you've got to help me. You've got to hold out your hand.

Each time you're kind and gentle, and encouraging,
Each time you try to understand because you really care,
My heart begins to grow wings, feeble wings, but wings.
With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding,
You alone can release me from my shallow world of uncertanity.

It will not be easy for you. The nearer you approach me,
the blinder I may strike back.
But I'm told that Love is stronger than strong walls,
And in this lies my only hope.
Please try not to beat down these wall with firm hands,
But gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder.
I am every man you meet, and also every woman that you meet,
And I am YOU, also.

Author Unknown

How many masks do you wear and with whom? How do you know when it's safe to take off the mask and show the "real" you?

I hope you find insight into this poem as realize that we all wear masks at some point in our lives.

If you would like more information about the Mental Health Assoication of SouthEast Florida please visit their website at

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