I never thought I’d make it to 30… but here Im 31.

When I was 20, I was diagnosed with depression for the first time. The psychiatrist told me I cared about people too much. It sounded even sadder, how could caring ever be something that hurts you?

Then at 28, a major event in my life pulled me back into depression again, and this time it hit harder than before. I fell into one of the darkest and loneliest chapters I’ve ever been in.

During that period, I talked to someone I deeply respect.
She told me,
“When you turn 30, you’ll start caring less about people.”

I held onto that sentence for years, wondering if life would hurt less, if living would feel lighter when that day finally came.

And during those times, I got to understand myself a little more. Change doesn’t happen overnight.
It’s built slowly through knowing yourself, sitting with your pain, watching your life quietly, honestly, without running away.

In your lowest moments, you meet yourself.
And you see people for who they really are.
I realized something beautiful.
I’m still someone who cares deeply,
but now with boundaries, and only for the right people.

To everyone who supported me from when I had nothing until now, I’m so grateful for all of you.
These past few years were heavy.
I felt like floating in air, sometimes drowning…
but somehow I made it through.

And today, I feel so much better.
I feel blessed to still be acting, still creating,
and still pouring parts of my own experiences and all the emotions I carry into my work with honesty and heart.

Thank you to my family, friends, brothers, sisters, and my team
for letting me grow into who I really am.
Just be yourself, and the right people will love you.
It’s true.

From now on, I choose to stay honest with the values I’ve always held close. So please keep cheering me on.
It means more than you know. 🤍

And lastly,
I hope I’ll always be brave enough to leave the table when respect is no longer being served.