When I was 5 years old, my elder sister died. Her name is Daisy. I don’t have more memories together with her. My mother said in her menstruation days hunger had passed her by, she always take a bath even if she have period after that she lie down to bed while the electric fan is pointed in her head. One day she became crazy. They bring her to the Mental Hospital.
My mother said that they injected something to my sister that made her crazier so they bring back home. So I guess our Mental Hospital here in our country is not good enough for that problem.
Anywhere here specially in the Public Market in Pasig Area, you will encounter crazy one or two. Imagine.. There's a lot of police everywhere but they don’t notice them. If they did, they don’t help them. They do nothing. Police there are corrupt. I said that because I witnessed that.
Every time I look to a crazy one I can't help but questioned myself, "Why God allowed them to be like that?" and "Is your Freedom of Choice will gone when you become crazy? Questions I wished to have answers.
My name is Jane.
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