In the fall of 2018, I had overloaded myself with extracurriculars, socially, and with academics at a time where I didn't really feel like I had an identity, as the class structure made me feel like nothing but a number. I started questioning myself, what I was passionate about, and what, if anything, made me unique from anyone else. I ended up having a panic attack in class and for someone who grew up pretty sheltered in an environment that didn't stress the importance of mental health, I was pretty alarmed and scared because I didn't know what was happening to me. I spent the rest of the semester depressed and full of anxiety but luckily was able to work through it and in my opinion, came out the other side with a renewed sense of purpose and identity. Although it was a really rough experience, I'm glad I had it because it has definitely helped to shape me into the person I am today.