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 depression were a person it would be someone who incessantly talked very loudly non stop. Their words would be swirling around in my head never letting me have a thought of my own, causing me not only to feel depressed but anxious as well.
if my depression was a person, it would be an obsessive, paranoid killer that showed no emotion. killing every good thing i love whether it be a hobby, relationship, or anything related.
They would be lazy as hell
Who destroys everything including myself
He'd be a combination of Hearth, Despair and Sorrow. Possibly Evil but he tends to be too lazy to count. He'd be constantly afraid, cold and unfeeling and spend a lot of time crying.
It would be a person that is always slowing me down, holding my hand and endlessly whispers the same things into my ear, until I fall apart.
Depression is a person piggybacking as I go about my daily tasks. Hes not too tall, not too large, but still a little heavy if Im honest. I dont like to complain. Hes charismatic, if not particularly striking, but its difficult to pinpoint his charm. He keeps me company though; whispers as we walk and comments on my day:
Oh wow, they look so happy!
Oh yeah, its nice that he has friends.
Im so glad they had fun. They wouldnt have enjoyed it as much if youd been there.
Youre looking so healthy! Pity I cant see your hipbones though...
By the end of the day Im really battling to walk. Hes not any heavier, Ive just been carrying him a long way. He seldom climbs off, and I never ask him to. Ive grown pretty used to him in a way. Hes almost like a friend.
The worst kind
An obsessed stalker who threatens me and makes my life worse
I imagine it as some kind of a red dragon sitting on my shoulders, not letting me breath properly
