When one transitions from middle school to high school it is not uncommon for there to be a lot of coaching from parents and school staff about the adjustment, expectation, and mindset change necessary to be successful. Whether it’s parents or friends who have traveled that path ahead of you, warnings, tips, and tricks for survival in this teenage work of high school are plentiful. Hence, in my junior year, there were many welcome and unwelcome alerts about how this was the make-or-break season of my academic career. So, I would need to buckle up and brace myself for the roller coaster ride that 11th grade would entail. To add to the alert, I was entering my Junior year right out of the COVID-19 pandemic. Truthfully, I did not expect for it to be the challenge many said it could be. I was optimistic because so many school systems were having so many issues with bringing students back to the classroom and though we were back in some spaces, there was a lingering pandemic. However, in hindsight, I should have probably taken some of that advice because the adjustment was challenging and became overwhelming for many reasons. The workload was extremely overwhelming as students and teachers tried to “catch up” to the curriculum not covered or minimally meeting benchmarks during the “virtual learning period” of the pandemic. Personally, I was more overwhelmed with the work than I could have ever imagined, and realized quickly I didn’t have the tools I needed to effectively tackle my situation. There was a specific time during the year in which all of my work for Honors English 4 class, AP Seminar, and AP U.S History class were all piling up on top of each other at a faster rate than I was equipped to handle. It seemed like no matter where I looked there was a deadline to meet, an assignment to complete, or a quiz or test coming up. The feeling of being overwhelmed began to have a negative effect on my mental health. It was beginning to trigger my, up to this point, managed history of depression, anxiety, and self-harm. Initially, I did not address this challenge in a positive way because I didn’t feel comfortable asking anyone for help in fear of looking vulnerable. This strategy was not healthy and allowed the problem to persist. Instead of accessing the resources around me to help support my process, I silenced myself and hid. I couldn’t remain in this state, I needed to do something, speak to someone because I didn’t want to drown under the pressure of deadlines and feelings of being overwhelmed. So, I did! First, I got honest with my parents and we created a plan to tackle the deadlines, in addition to setting up a conference with my teacher. Taking away the mantle of being “strong” and allowing myself to be helped saved me from drowning. Now I know, when faced with feelings of being overwhelmed it isn’t up to me to handle everything on my own. Instead, the power lied in the strength for me to be vulnerable and ask for help. This continues to be a great reminder for me as I’m about to make yet another transition from one academic setting to a more advanced and challenging one. I now make it a point to remind myself that asking for help doesn’t make me weak, it makes me human.