The Boy Who Wanted To Die - Video 02 A Strong Will To Live

Whats up! My name is Darian and this is my video journal. I live with manic depression. It is sometimes difficult to live with this disorder. At times it seems like there are a thousand things that run through my mind. I have learned to cope with it now. I have let myself go for so long. My house is a mess. Today I will start cleaning up my house, clean up the clutters. I reside in Aurora, Colorado and my parents live in Amarillo, Texas. The picture frames lay face down. I do not want my mother and father to see me when I am falling apart, superstition perhaps. I am at peace with myself now. I miss my mother. I miss watching her as she plays with the grandchildren. Her smile is so grand. I miss watching her as she grooms the dog. I miss the delicious food she makes with such love. I miss the stories she tells after dinner. They are usually stories of Vietnam. She would show me pictures of our family in Vietnam and tells me stories about them. The only things I will know about these people are from the black and white pictures and the stories she tells. I remember a particular story that she often tells. It is the story of when we fled our country. She says Yuong. Very often it is mispronounced by my peers. The variations are Young or Yung. She describes the situation so vividly that I could see the images. She starts by saying that I was born in Vietnam. I was one year old during the fall of Saigon, Vietnam. We stood on a crowded fishing vessel as we drifted away from our country, a country of war, a country in flames. A country set on fire by the greediness of men. The smell of burnt flesh permeated the air. I held onto my mother tightly as she held onto my aunt and older brother. She did not want to lose any of us. My father wasn't with us. He was with The Republic of Vietnam Military Forces. Along with the US soldiers, he was still fighting against the Vietcong. We drifted for days, as I grew weak. There wasnt anything to eat. My body became emaciated. I suckled on my mothers milk less breast to satisfy my hunger. I was sick. The passengers grew restless. They wanted to throw me over board thinking that I would spread the disease to their children. My mother fought them off. Then in the distance, a US Naval ship appeared. It averted their attention. A roar of joy rang through the ocean. The US Navy brought us on board. I was saved. The doctor told my mother that I had a strong will to live.

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[Darian03]

Thank you for the kind words.

[jhirzel88]

That's an amazing thing that you managed to get away from the flames of dead bodies killed during the war. You were only 1-year-old at the time, but still, it probably changed the way you interpreted things later on in your life. To go through the sickness and everything must have changed you in some way.