I have been asked by many people whether becoming involved in the angst of others doesn’t exacerbate my depression. I have, for most of my life, answered, “for the most part, no!” I never had, however, a good reason to give to explain this personal phenomenon, until recently.
I have discovered that, if someone you care about is worried but you are not privy to the particulars of their worries, you worry for them, and while doing so, fill in the gap in your knowledge with the worst possible scenarios. On the other hand, if you are called in for advice on what causes them grief, you have been made part of the search for solutions, and there is no wondering, no catastrophizing. You are worrying with them, and working with them to solve the problem (even if working with them means just being there), and there is a camaraderie in that.
I still haven’t solved the mystery surrounding my love of all things morbid, though. I will keep you in the know.