Personify Your Depression: If my depression were a person... [fill in the blank]

If my depression were a person, they would be a toxic friend. It isnt a stranger to you, if youve been with them for years now. Youll eventually know how annoying they can get. They would trick you into thinking that they were a good person, but they would throw you under the bus with no second thought, and you would feel horrible right after. Theyll make you do things you regret, and you cant escape their grasp until you tell someone about it. I can imagine depression as someone very bitchy, she/he/they wont stop talking about whats wrong with you, and wont help in anyway whatsoever in helping you fix those problems. Theyre with you everywhere, at home, in the car, with a date, on a trip, etc. sometimes, theyll go away in front of your friends or your family but when youre alone, he/she/it comes back to make you feel like crap. Its a real bother to be around depression and being so close to them all the time can make you slowly turn into them, eventually turning into an empty husk that spouts nothing but isults towards yourself.

I hope you thought that my thoughts were similar to yours.

Peace!

Shes the person who you know is there but you never acknowledge her. Shed be a little sibling because they annoy everyone and never leave you alone no matter how hard you try.

My depression is a killer, he will hunt you dowm. Wears a hoodie and smokes often

if my depression was a person she

I would hug her a lot and make sure that she gets treated especially when she's down. To make her believe that life is worth living and so that she will never think of death again. To make her feel so safe that she doesn't need to wear a mask when she's down. That is it is OK to show sad and get hugs without asking without needing explanation. I would send her on an adventure of a life time. Send her children to a resort and her husband to be teleported when its necessary.

Yes my life has good times and I don't need to explain why I feel down sometimes. A

If depression was a person, it would...

Okay, before I go into this detail, I need to make a confession. Ever since I was little, probably 4 or 5 years old, I had an imaginary friend. I would always talk to her and I would actually physically change my voice to make it sound like I'm actually talking to someone but I was really talking to myself. I would do this every single chance I had and I always needed to be alone to talk to the imaginary friend, costing me the the chance to make real human friends. I caused alot of trouble but they saw only me and not the imaginary friend so I got the blame for it. So here is the description of my imaginary friend:

She's been in my life for most of it, she looks like any other human being. She has curly brown hair, brown eyes, she stands about my height, maybe about 130 lbs., she has a full-time job working as a Senior manager, at 40, working 16 hour days 5 days a week, no kids of her own, married and have stepkids that live with their mom. She appears to be very friendly and helpful, but I know in my mind and heart, she's not. She watches every little thing I do and knows everything I say. She has a monitor in her bedroom and has a portable one so she can watch me when she's not at home. I've asked her to turn it off and she told me she couldn't turn it off and that she has it set up to turn off automatically the moment I die. She'll know I died if she sees it turned off and can't get it turned back on. I'm a Leo and she's a Scorpio and everyone know how opposite those two elements are. Fire and water? Water puts out the fire. If you're wondering, her birthday is 11/4/78 and mine is 7/25/78. She's very jealous and has an outrageous temper. She's even threatened me once when I mentioned this to my family, who knew about her all along. I've wrote a letter to her, releasing her, but she stayed. She's made me very dependent on her like all I am is a body with no soul. So, there she is, Becky exposed. That's her first name. And no, I don't hate all women named Becky because of this. This is just one "imaginary person".

I feel like my depression wouldn't be a person, perhaps a faceless black figure, a being of darkness able to mold and shape itself into whatever it wishes. A demon only here to torment and have its fun, as if I broke a deal with the devil and this is merely a punishment. It never leaves my side. It sits in the corner at night waiting for me to look at it. It feeds on this. It shambles and falls on its way to my bed using its limbs to gather itself, and I can't take my eyes off of it. It's shapeless and melting, something monstrous. It speeds up the longer I look at it. My eyes widen and I grab my phone in a weak attempt to busy my gaze with something else. But I can still feel it. I can't focus, so I put my phone aside. It's already too close to look away, almost at the foot of my bed. The closer it gets, the more shapely it becomes. It's no longer melting and it instead becomes a person with comforting eyes, still shambling as it sits next to me on my bed. The figure tries to make me think they're gonna comfort me, setting their hand on my scalp, petting it gently. But I already know what's next as my hair is gripped and my head is thrown back against the wall. They wrap their arms around me, one around my throat, hand tangled in my hair and the other holding me still, their hollow feeling skin engulfing me. Their skin is suffocatingly warm and they try to throw my head against the wall again. And again. And again.

But then of course, it's also there in the morning, a crow sitting on my shoulder, a snake slithered around my ankle. On bad days, they're still a person in the morning and they follow me around throughout the day in that form. They sit next to me on the bus, they take my food and throw it in the trash, they sit next to me in class and pick at my scabs. They distract me in social situations, sitting behind me and whispering things in my ear, distracting me, making me unable to focus as I stare out emptily. They smell like pills and vomit and smoke. "What's wrong?" One of my aquaintances asks. They slap me; I wasn't playing my role. They haven't teached me theatre for nothing. Huh? Oh. Just tired.

So, so tired. Right? Always tired. Always miserable. We smell like vomit. In my mind, at least. I can always smell vomit and pills. It makes me sick and them happy. They like vomit. Vomit and bullets and blood. Sometimes I can't see it or feel it, but it's still there, laying in wait until I can focus on us enough to give it attention. We often sit in bed and philosophize. (TW: mentions of suicide) They hold me and we talk about life and death and nothing in between. They tell me how worthless everything is in a gentle voice. They tell me nothing truly matters and I will never manage to achieve anything significant. Don't I recall nothing good ever happens? They show me pills and how to tie a noose they tell me they know how to approximate how tall a building would have to be. They tell me I should waltz with death and they could hook me up. They act caring and they do online research about overdosing for me. They give me song recommendations and introduce me to their friends sometimes.They like holding their hand on my head and guiding it towards walls.

Theres no words to explain it. @-@

If my depression were a person, itd be a bad weather friend(like a fair weather friend but worse). I think about it occasionally but it seems more distant and manageable until I have a bad day or am feeling down and then it shows up to torment me.

My Depression if it were a person/being? I can only describe it as what i feel... it is a shadow. It is always around, if it is not weighing me down by latching on to me, then it is always in the corner of my vision. Be it at work or home. It gets worse when i try to sleep, the shadow moves around the room on the walls, even if it is pitch black i can still see it move. It keeps me from sleeping and it puts me in an all around emotionless state. I feel so empty, i feel as if i am not good enough, as if no matter what i do it ammounts to nothing. All that makes the shadow seem that much more inescepable...... it is my shadow after all.....