It’s not like in the movies. There are no patients bouncing off of walls. No zombie-like lethargic movements caused by too much medications. No altercations involving poorly made shivs. But it did seem like a movie when I was being wheeled into the psychiatric ward of a hospital in Pasig City. Everything was surreal, in slow motion, the camera tilts from the sign above that may have said “Psychiatric Ward” to the drab blue gray double doors I was being wheeled into.

Music By Nik Bustamante