the link won't open for me can someone write what the post said
Jodi @itsmejodiiii #ZhaoLusi breaks her silence with a post on her Weibo account
[1/2] Rough English translation:
“First and Last Response to Recent Events
Apologies for taking up public resources.
Before this, I never let my illness affect my work or those around me. I also admit my own problems. Because I tend to endure, it’s only during this past half month that I’ve realized I’m not as generous and forgiving at heart as I thought. So, I also bear some responsibility.
My career has brought me more help and support than I could have imagined. I am truly grateful and feel fortunate. This has helped me understand all the misunderstandings. I support anyone’s right to choose their desired career at any time because you always have the right to escape situations that bring suffering and exhaustion. You can stop anytime—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. When there is no help, and the abuser continues to escalate, regardless of profession, age, or gender, it is wrong. Forcing someone to reopen their wounds to prove “it’s not overthinking,” “it’s not weak resilience,” or “it’s not dissatisfaction” is absurd. No one but a doctor has the right to determine the severity of someone’s trauma or whether it qualifies as an illness.
In 2019, I experienced depression. People told me, “Don’t overthink it” or “If you think positively, everything will be fine.” I also thought I was being dramatic and sensitive and didn’t take my mental health seriously.
In 2021, I felt like bugs were crawling on me, like needles were pricking me, accompanied by allergies. After seeing doctors, getting medications, and receiving injections, the symptoms didn’t improve. I sought out a psychologist to help ease my anxiety.
In 2023, I experienced pneumonia, emphysema, pityriasis rosea, urticaria, night sweats, neurogenic hearing loss, and the loss of loved ones and cancer diagnoses among family members. All these events happened in a short period, overshadowing my emotions, and I continued to neglect my health.
In 2024, frequent retching, dizziness, joint pain, neck pain, and other obvious physical symptoms appeared, along with worsening allergies. I thought these were normal side effects of allergy-targeted medication.
When I was a child, people called me a useless “pretty face.” During extracurricular tutoring, I was beaten in the teacher’s dormitory. At the time, I thought it was right to be punished because I wasn’t good at studying. I didn’t dare speak out because I was taught to “always find the problem within yourself.”
When I grew up, I was beaten again for not securing an acting role. I thought it was my fault, so I didn’t dare make a fuss—I just wanted to escape. I was used to handling my problems alone and didn’t have the habit of seeking help. Later, when my work was recognized, I gained the courage to say goodbye to those who hurt me.
In the end, the person demanded a huge “breakup fee” before they were willing to stop their manipulative behavior. Countless defamation attempts inside and outside the industry followed, with people coming to me after gossiping about me. Each time, the pain only deepened. The harm has never stopped.
I understand that I don’t have the right to want everything, nor can I demand that friends, family, or the company be perfect. The fact that they haven’t hurt me and have tried their best to protect me is more than enough.
I have never spoken about my illness before because I didn’t want it to turn into so-called “hype.” However, given the current situation, I want to share this so that more people understand:
Depression is an emotion, but depression as a condition is a disease. It cannot simply be resolved by “thinking positively” or “talking it out.”
why have i just clocked that this is the last week of excitedly waiting for Mondays + Tuesdays and rushing home from school to get comfy and watch soljae T_T I'm not ready for this to be the enddddd~ how am I meant to say goodbye to my LR family 😭😭😭
noticed in episode 14 that when she told him she never wants to see him again, he seems to notice her body language screaming the opposite and the demonstration of pain she's in 0:20:26.... am i going delulu??
She's definitely gonna end up back in a wheelchair, which i'm not not happy about but it seems like she'll have…
Also, I enjoyed watching Seon Jae interact with Sol without being completely head over heels for her, it was a breath of fresh air in comparison to the sweet episodes predating this one. And Sol is so strong, it makes me tear up thinking about how much it must hurt to give up having a chance to be in your loved one's life - I hate to say it, but I don't think I could do it, even if there was a chance of him dying as a result of my being in his life (i say that now... but who knows)
She's definitely gonna end up back in a wheelchair, which i'm not not happy about but it seems like she'll have to give up something equally as precious to her as Seon Jae to have him in her life - which links back to what everyone was saying in ep.11 or 12 i think.
@itsmejodiiii
#ZhaoLusi breaks her silence with a post on her Weibo account
[1/2] Rough English translation:
“First and Last Response to Recent Events
Apologies for taking up public resources.
Before this, I never let my illness affect my work or those around me. I also admit my own problems. Because I tend to endure, it’s only during this past half month that I’ve realized I’m not as generous and forgiving at heart as I thought. So, I also bear some responsibility.
My career has brought me more help and support than I could have imagined. I am truly grateful and feel fortunate. This has helped me understand all the misunderstandings. I support anyone’s right to choose their desired career at any time because you always have the right to escape situations that bring suffering and exhaustion. You can stop anytime—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. When there is no help, and the abuser continues to escalate, regardless of profession, age, or gender, it is wrong. Forcing someone to reopen their wounds to prove “it’s not overthinking,” “it’s not weak resilience,” or “it’s not dissatisfaction” is absurd. No one but a doctor has the right to determine the severity of someone’s trauma or whether it qualifies as an illness.
In 2019, I experienced depression. People told me, “Don’t overthink it” or “If you think positively, everything will be fine.” I also thought I was being dramatic and sensitive and didn’t take my mental health seriously.
In 2021, I felt like bugs were crawling on me, like needles were pricking me, accompanied by allergies. After seeing doctors, getting medications, and receiving injections, the symptoms didn’t improve. I sought out a psychologist to help ease my anxiety.
In 2023, I experienced pneumonia, emphysema, pityriasis rosea, urticaria, night sweats, neurogenic hearing loss, and the loss of loved ones and cancer diagnoses among family members. All these events happened in a short period, overshadowing my emotions, and I continued to neglect my health.
In 2024, frequent retching, dizziness, joint pain, neck pain, and other obvious physical symptoms appeared, along with worsening allergies. I thought these were normal side effects of allergy-targeted medication.
When I was a child, people called me a useless “pretty face.” During extracurricular tutoring, I was beaten in the teacher’s dormitory. At the time, I thought it was right to be punished because I wasn’t good at studying. I didn’t dare speak out because I was taught to “always find the problem within yourself.”
When I grew up, I was beaten again for not securing an acting role. I thought it was my fault, so I didn’t dare make a fuss—I just wanted to escape. I was used to handling my problems alone and didn’t have the habit of seeking help. Later, when my work was recognized, I gained the courage to say goodbye to those who hurt me.
In the end, the person demanded a huge “breakup fee” before they were willing to stop their manipulative behavior. Countless defamation attempts inside and outside the industry followed, with people coming to me after gossiping about me. Each time, the pain only deepened. The harm has never stopped.
I understand that I don’t have the right to want everything, nor can I demand that friends, family, or the company be perfect. The fact that they haven’t hurt me and have tried their best to protect me is more than enough.
I have never spoken about my illness before because I didn’t want it to turn into so-called “hype.” However, given the current situation, I want to share this so that more people understand:
Depression is an emotion, but depression as a condition is a disease. It cannot simply be resolved by “thinking positively” or “talking it out.”
My eyes: red
Me: dehydrated af
No drama has made me cry like this (especially happy tears)
AHHHHHHHHH