A boy called Daniel was struggling with something — schoolwork getting on top of him, a worry he couldn't shake, a problem that kept growing. His family would have helped in a heartbeat. But he didn't ask. He told himself he should be able to handle it alone, that asking would mean he was weak or stupid or a burden. So he kept it hidden, and it got bigger, and hiding it took more and more energy. His family could see he was a bit off but didn't know why, because the one thing Daniel wouldn't do was the thing that would've helped most: say "I need help."