Personify Your Depression: If my depression were a person... [fill in the blank]
Personify Your Depression: I learned about this coping technique today. Imagine that your depression is a person separate from you. The idea is that personifying our depression helps remind us that depression doesn't define who we are ourselves, and that invasive self-critical thoughts we experience often come from our depression and not our healthy minds. Some things to think about are: what kind of person would it be, what kind of hobbies would it have, what would it look like, what would its name be?
So, if your depression were a person, what kind of person would it be?
A dimly lit sidewalk corner where people abandon things they do not want....corner littered with once loved things and unwanted objectes. This sickly yellow palid light shines from a street light above it all and yet just doesn't reach to where I am: the darkness. And a small child lay face down, crying , on the sidewalk. Grasping a dirty handful of pebbles from the littered sidwalk for dear life - the one thing left....then the depression comes by and kicks this child into the stomach so deep and raw that this child lets out a wail and unclasps the right fingers and all the pebbles fall like a dirty rain awash on the sidewalk. THAT empty hand. That kick. THAT dark night. THAT unwanted place of abandon. THAT feeling of alone. THAT dim palid light that just doesnt quiet reach. THAT darkness. THATwhich I feel writting this. THAT is what my depression feels like.
If my depression were a monster, it would be a kid with dark mocha hair, always walking behind me tripping the back of my shoes, causing my foot to slip out, leading me to trip and land on my face. then continuing to say how did you trip on air? then tying an invisible cloth around my mouth, not allowing me to stand up and speak for myself
If my depression were a person, it would be like my an evil, despicable step sister. People don't try to help me.because they think it's my own problem. They leave me to be tortured every day.
If my depression were a person, they would have no friends and have the constant desire to bring others down because they are so lonely and alone in this world.
My constant , ever present, shadow.
it depends on my mood but right now quietly omnipresent
It would be a very sneaky person that lives in the shadows and steals my life force and is constantly trying to pull me into the deep abyss.
@wontwakewontsleep
he is beautiful. With silky, flowing black hair contrasting against pale white skin dotted with light golden freckles. His perfect face and perfect blue eyes are alluring me so much I give in. Hes got the perfect slim figure I wish I had and beautiful white, feathery wings. Except, Im so caught up in his soothing voice telling me this is it. Its so simple now. Arent you glad? That I dont realize his arms are covered in bleeding wounds. i dont hear the fact that every word he says is through unrelenting tears. When hes not with me blaming others and myself for my problems, hes hiding in the corner of the shower, a knife in his shaking hand. He promises itll be over soon now that I know what I am. He promises the pain i induce will take it all away. He promises pushing them away and keeping secrets keeps me safe.and I believed him for a time. Even the fallen angles are beautiful, I guess.
My depression isn't a person, its a thing. Almost like a creature. It's so ugly that it drives others away from me and I can't stand it, as I fear being alone, but thats what it thrives on. Everytime I feel fear or lonliness it grows bigger. When someone sees through it's ugliness it shapeshifts into a bubble, a wall, a shield, anything to keep others away. Because I hate being alone. And it loves when I'm afraid.
My depression is more like a ghost, it haunts me when Im lonely and make my cry
@Helppls99
Mine too!