Depression is often described as a feeling of great sadness. Yet no one talks about the numbness beating in your chest. The feeling of being there, but never truly a part of it. It's like watching a movie where every blink means missing an important detail, the key to the plot. I stopped blinking and began staring at the TV screen, desperate for just a taste of belonging somewhere other than four walls and a bed. But the movie ended. Long ago. Now I'm just staring at my own reflection in the TV screen. It's shallow. Washed out. Like the corpse of someone I once knew. So I blinked. Once. Twice. I closed my eyes and let myself miss out. Let myself feel. And, for the first time in a long time, let myself heal.