Sometimes, my mother’s depressed mood goes on so long that I get impatient. I try to sit with her, say encouraging things, sit in silence as you suggest, but I find it frustrating. I don’t want to be with someone so deep in themselves.
So then I realize that it is still all about me. I want to tell her, shout at her, to “snap out of it! Life is good, can’t you see that?” All because I’M uncomfortable being around her.
Thanks for the insight, Jonas.