Opening up to the World: In a Long Post, She Shares Personal Struggles on Day One of 2025
The following words, titled "The first and final response to recent events," was posted by Rosy on the first day of 2025. Here, she discusses her personal struggles, the reasons behind and a path forward.
I sincerely apologize for taking up public attention. This will be both my first and last statement on the matter.
Until now, my illness has never affected my work or those around me. I acknowledge my own issues, and through these past two weeks, I’ve come to realize that I am not as forgiving as I once believed. That makes me partially responsible as well.
My career has granted me immense support and help—something I am deeply grateful for. That’s why I understand what it feels like to be misunderstood. I support the idea that anyone should be free to pursue a career they aspire to. At any time, you have the right to walk away from an exhausting and painful situation. You can stop whenever you need to. You are free, and you can be brave.
I also understand that everyone has faced grievances and injustices—I’ve heard far too many horrifying stories. If someone is silenced while their abuser escalates unchecked, regardless of profession, age, or gender, I believe that is wrong. No one should be forced to reopen their wounds just to prove that their suffering is real—that it wasn’t a matter of overreacting, being too weak, or never being satisfied. That’s absurd.
But no matter the cause of one’s trauma, only a doctor has the authority to assess its severity or determine whether it could lead to illness—no one else.
My Personal Struggles
In 2019, I experienced depressive emotions, but I was told, “Don’t make a big deal out of it,” and “Just think positively, and everything will be fine.” I thought I was being overly dramatic and sensitive, so I dismissed my mental health.
By 2021, I started feeling sensations like insects crawling on my skin and needle pricks, accompanied by allergic reactions. After taking medication and receiving injections, the symptoms persisted. That was when I sought psychological counseling to manage my anxiety.
In 2023, I faced pneumonia, emphysema, pityriasis rosea, urticaria, night sweats, sudden awakenings, and neurological hearing loss. On top of that, I lost a loved one and received news of cancer diagnoses in my family—all within a short span of time. The weight of these events overshadowed my emotions, causing me to continue neglecting my mental state.
It wasn’t until 2024 that I began experiencing severe physical symptoms — frequent gagging, dizziness, joint pain, and worsening allergies. I initially thought these were just side effects of targeted allergy medications.
The Burden of Silence
When I was a child, I was told I was nothing more than a pretty face. During after-school tutoring, I was beaten in a teacher’s dorm. At the time, I believed that being punished for poor grades was justified, so I never spoke out. After all, I was taught to always look for the fault within myself.
As an adult, I was beaten again. I thought failing an acting audition was my own mistake, so I didn’t fight back—I just wanted to escape. I had learned to handle things alone and never developed the habit of seeking help.
Later, my work gained recognition, and thanks to the support I received, I finally found the courage to say goodbye. But in the end, she only agreed to stop the “crying, screaming, and threatening suicide” after taking a large sum in “breakup fees.” Even then, the slander and rumors never stopped—inside and outside the industry. Strangers gossiped and messaged me, and each encounter only deepened the pain. The harm never really ended.
A Final Thought
I know I cannot demand perfection from everyone around me — not my friends, my family, or my company. They have never harmed me and have done their best to protect me, and that is more than enough.
I have never spoken publicly about my illness before because I never wanted it to be seen as “a publicity stunt.” But since things have come to this, I hope to raise awareness:
Depression is an emotion, but persistent depressive disorder is a well-recognized disease. It cannot be solved simply by “thinking positively” or “talking about it.”
For those who resonate with my words, I want you to know—whether or not you are truly understood no longer matters. Trying to prove yourself over and over will only keep you trapped in an endless cycle of public scrutiny, without real healing.
Understanding mental health and prioritizing treatment is crucial.
Regret is a useless emotion. “Instead, consider this a ‘special period’ — an opportunity to break down past inner conflicts and rebuild yourself anew.” I am grateful for every bit of care and love I have received—because of it, I have found the strength to keep going.
Wishing everyone a Happy New Year and joy every day.
