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?
If my depression were a person it would be a giant, twice my size, punching me into numbness
If my depression were a human it wouldnt go to school, it would stay hidden in my room because that's the only room I let it in. Nobody would ever seen them with me because I dont let them see us together. My depression would never smile. It would sit in the corner of my bed and whisper to me as I try to sleep, "they hate you. Your a burden" they would have dead black eyes and dark hair, but pale sickly skin. The would sit with their knees pulled up to their chin with messy clothes they havent changed in a while. And they would smell because what's the point in showering
My depression is me. She's afraid of hope and refuses to let me have any. She takes everything and throws them around my brain and holds them there. Sometimes the pain is unbearable but at other times it feels like safety and familiarity -- that's what she wants.
@dworth257 me but an alternate version*
My depression is the fun guy you go on road trips with. He plays good music and invokes a deep line of conversation and then when you feel like youre going ok, he rips the handbrake on suddenly....just to see what happens. We survived another car wreck! We learned something didnt we? Well yes, but now we are hitchhiking you dingbat. Then he ties your shoelaces together and continues to blame you for having poor choices in friends and I should have known better not to bring him. Forgive me for having faith to inspire change, wrong! Have a face full of pocket sand! Then he dacks me on the side of the road so no one stops to pick me up.
my depression wouldn't be a person, but an ugly raven. in my good days it would just fly above me, in circles, always watching, and in my bad days it would grasp it's claws in my shoulders so hard it makes me bleed and talk to me about how ugly and worthless I am, telling me I'm just a burden and it would remind me of all my mistakes and things that ashame me. and it's heavy, so heavy it makes walking and living so hard, pushing me to the ground and only letting me lay in there, just breathing. and sometimes even that it's too hard.
I feel like everyday is just a struggle, I want to do something with my life I need someone in my life.
If my ddepression were a person it'll be Nick Cave but with bad voice and bad taste on clothes 
If my depression were a person it would be my ex partner from a toxic relationship who wants to control every aspect of my life. They wouldn't leave me alone or accept a no. Grant me to laugh and enjoy life. They would never let me break up with them. I try to run away from them, escape them, but they always outrun me. When I try to loosen their bonds they pull them even tighter - around my neck, so I can't scream for help, around my chest making me gasp for air, around my feet to keep me from running. I never win trying to fight back, it only makes me exhausted, want to quit. To just give up and surrender myself into their arms to hopefully once and for all end this pain I am constantly in. They would have what they always wanted, and I would have peace … But is this peace? Is this what I really want? Maybe … or maybe not.
I don't know if I will ever completely escape them, let them go. They are a part of me, but at the same time I am a part of them. Meaning if they were able to influence my life and at some point even control it, I am able to do the same. I can keep them within their bounds. At one point in the future live my life independently from them and we will no longer be enemies. I will no longer have feelings for them and we will go our ways separately, only meeting to say "Hi, how are you doing?" And I will answer "I am fine" and for the first time meaning it.
If my depression were a person, it would be a hermit because when it takes over, I disappear from the face of the planet and ostricize myself.
It would be like the SA-X from Metroid Fusion.
