When I suffered from depression, I felt numb, not sad. I lived in a fog of unfeeling. Now, when sadness hits, as it invariably does, like it did today when I heard that a friend is in ICU with Covid, I feel it. I didn’t always understand how important it is for my mental health to feel all my feelings, not just the “good” ones. If I can let myself cry, the release opens the channels for joy to flow. If I feel the barbs of life and breathe them into my heart, they pass through me. If I let myself feel the hard stuff with an open heart, my heart stays open to feel the good stuff—the pleasure of dancing, of [...]