Compassion as loving non-interference

What we can learn when we shift from “fixing” to “witnessing,” 12.02.21

When I was in my early 20s and clinically depressed (although I didn’t know that’s what it was at the time), I worked a predictably depressing job with a predictably depressing commute. The highlight of my days was often the carpool ride to and from work, with a woman in her 40s whose name I can no longer remember.