When someone around us is in difficulty -- even more so in fear and pain -- there's a sort of "mental contagion"* we can find ourselves sharing, if we're not careful. This is especially the case where the sufferer is someone we love: we hurt to see them this way, yet feel guilty that their misery is messing with our own clarity, and so forth. After a while this can lead to a sort of feedback loop, such as I discuss here:
-- we feel bad, things look worse, we feel worse still, etc., and pretty soon trouble is coming out of the woodwork: stupid stuff, out of nowhere, with no end in sight. We inadvertently start to curse ourselves: "This is just how it works for me. Thanks loads! Wonder what's next!"
Fortunately, our own clarity, harmony, peace, joy, confidence, and other convictions -- like all conviction! -- also tend to be contagious, and to objectify themselves. The key, then, is to let our harmony and peace and well-being "infect" the sufferer (if they'll have it), rather than the other way around. This is not (of course!) an argument for indifference to their suffering; it is instead, IMO, a practical effort to ease that suffering, for them as well as for ourselves...though only consistent experiment will let us decide whether that's true or not.
At the least, having a consciousness contagious with harmony couldn't hurt someone in need. Isn't it worth a try to see whether it could help?
93 93/93 -- AJ
* The term is Mary Baker Eddy's. For some reason, the Christmas season itself frequently seems to bring a depressive contagion of its own; perhaps the Old Aeon distance between ideal and "reality"? -- a "Wouldn't it be wonderful if things could be wonderful?" sort of thing, rather than the New Aeon notion of making them wonderful through joyful effort?