Pg. 63
One of the hardest things we must do sometimes is to be present to another person’s pain without trying to “fix” it, to simply stand respectfully at the edge of that person’s mystery and misery. Standing there, we feel useless and powerless, which is exactly how a depressed person feels — and our unconscious need as Job’s comforters is to reassure ourselves that we are not like the sad soul before us.
