Last evening, Pete and I spent time with a dear friend of ours who has been battling depression for many years. I actually didn’t know this until last night. We were surprised when he suddenly broke down into tears. We held him and tried to provide him comfort. When he finally settled down, he shared with us that he’s growing more concerned about what he described as “his losing control over his emotions.” He said things seemed to be getting worse.
As an anxious person who has dealt with the stress and loneliness through humor, I wanted to comfort him but I was at a loss for words. I didn’t want to inappropriately inject humor into the conversation when he was clearly upset. It was hard for me because I find humor in nearly everything. I so wanted to say, “You’re depressed? I’m the one with the brown tooth.” But I knew that moment probably wasn’t ideal for poking fun.
So I simply said, “I don’t know what to say but I’m just happy you trusted us enough to share your feelings and for spending this time together.”
Did I handle this the correct way? I’d love to get other’s perspective.