How I Managed To Recover From Depression

This book is not written by abstracted thoughts, but this was what happened in my real life. I used to have depression six years ago and thought of suicide as well as how to kill myself perfectly, however, I could not find any good way to die.
I think that it was blessings which I created from my previous lives to save my life. After that, with the survival instinct, I had to seek the methods to treat my disease.
In this book, I will share with you the process I was depressed, how I dealt with it and which miracles helped me recover from the illness so that I can live positively now. It is possible that many people do not believe the spirit world and I was also having such thought.
I will share with you the suffering process I experienced, and I also hope that this book can be useful to you in various ways.
I should have led a vegetable existence, lived without a soul, and was almost the burden of my family and society. If I had died, I would have been in the grave with weeds or my corpse would have been burnt into ashes and people would have forgotten me quickly.
Nevertheless, I was revived as if I was born’’’ a second time.
..........This is extracted from the book:
"Everyone often wishes to have a perfect family, a prosperous life, and an innocent childhood with fond memories. It can be said that a family is a peaceful place for people to return to after the heavy pressure and worries of life.
Through the story of my life, you will realize that my childhood was not perfect, I should have been a four-year-old child loved by his parents.
I was born into a big family and was the youngest among seven siblings. When we were young, we lived in a rural area surrounded by mountains....
At that time, there was a war between the army of Vietnamese republican and the communist who is also called Vietcong.
With the memory of a child, I still remember, Vietcong soldiers slept in front of peoples’ houses, but not often. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, they knocked on people doors to ask for food or money, and their actions were considered as obtrusive ways.
One night, they knocked on the door of my neighbor who had a small grocery, and he opened the door with knowing what has, and he was killed. From that night on, the local people were afraid whenever the Vietcong came to knock on their doors. This terrible obsession had covered the whole village whenever darkness fell.
My family's scare also came! And it was the bad luck night. They came knocking on our door many times. My parents did not open, and they shot at the door nonstop. As a drugstore, there were many alcoholic bottles in the store. These bottles were hit by bullets which resulted in fire spreading all over my house. As a result of this, my house was burned down, and our properties were destroyed. "......