I was curled up in bed in my darkened room, watching television. I should have been in class that day but didn't feel like going.
That day was April 20, 1999, when 13 students and teachers were killed at Columbine High School. That tragedy only fueled the sadness inside me. I was overwhelmed. Anxious. I couldn't sit still. If I tried to relax, something inside would jump or twitch. It was awful.