My Story
I am...
At 30, I lost everything—my career, my home, and even my will to keep going. But in that darkness, I found a new purpose.
I was born
I was diagnosed with depression
I hit rock bottom
In 2019, I was diagnosed with depression. By 2023, after years of pouring my heart into corporate life, I hit rock bottom. The pressure was relentless—work demands, family expectations, financial struggles. And on top of it all, a secret I had carried my whole life: I am gay. I spent years hiding, pretending, trying to fit into a mold that was never meant for me. I lived in fear—fear of being rejected, of disappointing my family, of never being truly accepted for who I am.
I felt trapped. So, I did the only thing I could. I quit.
Hanoi – the capital of Vietnam, has been my home for the past 15 years.
I hit rock bottom
For years, I had wondered if manual labor was any easier than the corporate grind. To find out, I became a shipper. I swapped boardrooms for busy streets, warm offices for freezing nights, and predictable paychecks for uncertain earnings. I thought I was starting over, but what I really found was an entirely new world—one filled with hardship, exhaustion, but also resilience, kindness, and untold stories.
I met people who, like me, were struggling in silence—working endlessly just to survive, facing discrimination, and yet, somehow, still holding onto hope. I saw shippers resting on sidewalks, skipping meals to save money, and pushing through exhaustion because they had no other choice. And I saw something else—human kindness. It’s true what they say: those who have the least often give the most.
I started sharing my journey online, little glimpses of my life as a shipper. I never expected anyone to care, but people did. Millions watched, commented, and shared. They saw their own struggles in mine. They understood. But none of that changed the reality: I was still drowning in debt, still lost, still searching for a reason to keep going.
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Then, one night, I gave up. I swallowed 40 sleeping pills, convinced that this was the only way out. But life had other plans. I survived. And when I woke up, I realized that if I had been given a second chance, I had to make it count.
That’s how RestHub was born.
RestHub is more than just a project—it’s a mission. A second chance. Not just for me, but for thousands of others who, like me, need a place to pause, recharge, and move forward. A place where shippers don’t have to sleep on sidewalks, where they are treated with dignity, where they are seen. Because everyone, no matter their circumstances, deserves a place to rest, to feel safe, and to belong.
RestHub was born
