A friend just signed herself into the psychiatric ward of a hospital. I feel bad for her because I know she was feeling desperate. At the same time, sad memories have reappeared in my mind. When I was twelve, my sister was committed to a mental hospital. What a scary place it was! And she did not get well there; if anything she got worse. The last time I visited her, she was staring into space and laughing. She did not look at me; did not know I was there.
The doctors diagnosed her with a schizophrenic disorder. She never came home. After two decades in state hospitals, she died of an intestinal blockage.
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