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 was a person:
it would be an attention craving and manipulative friend that doesn't let you hang out with others even though you want to have fun they pull you back to it and Then they manipulate you into thinking you are weird because you have depression and trick you into doubting yourself because you are depressed and aren't thinking right
@TorinWB I can really identify with this one. Thank you for taking the time to post.
Someone scared of happiness
My depression, if it were a person it would just be a sad lil dark blob with two white eyes. It latches onto people not realisingthat it hurts them.
It hates dogs, as my anger is an animal. A wolf. They constantly fight and hate each other since my depression and anger don't mix well.
My depression It was there since the beginning a entity I never knew that played me from the start. It has no heart. It kept mine from growing warm. It is a vaper that lives in the fibers of my being. Shifting moving vanishing and appearing at it's own will. It loves to tweak and change my mingle to its wim. It feeds off of me. I am just a temporary host. It can take the shape of my face it has made me hate it. It grows. It talks to me in first person. In my own voice It knows every thought or idea. It is a trickster. It has taken the good in my life and made me wast and destroy it and throw it all away smileing. It is the best bad firind I never wanted. At times I am just a puppet. Not knowing what I'm doing till it has long over. It is one of my few constants in my life. Its will is to spread and grow. It wasn't me to infect everyone. It is insashable. Ever demanding more
Unwelcome guest, that acts like a madman. Eats all the food, tears up the walls and furniture, alienated themselves and others.
Personify Your Depression: If my depression were a person. . . She looks good on the outside (and yes it's a she, because men will tell it hOW it is 9times out 10, women manipulate.) However on the inside she rotten and insecure and pushes on me making me feel horrible so she could feel better about herself.
My teeth are bad. I'm overweight. Everything is it problems. . . Writers block. Broken overheated computer. I have problem with left heel, gout in my right foot.
She claims I'm lazy. I'm ugly. I'm fat. I'm bitter. I'm useless because I can't drive or keep a 9 to 5 job. I deserve to bE lonly because I cannot handle people. I'm too honest.
Actually her real appearance is a demonic and monstrous.
If my depression were a person, it would have never been able to hurt anyone i love.i would have stood in its face, and fought like a champion to defend them and myself.
my depression would likely be personfied as a small black raven. it looks cute, harmless from a distance. you hear rumors about it, saying its terrible. others say its not that serious.
then, suddenly, you start hearing whispers from the raven. at first its small and harmless in retrospect. perhaps a "you couldve done better", or a "that wasn't done as well as it could be." you shrug it off. but it keeps going.
soon, it whispers your deepest fears and thoughts. the raven is small and harmless to those around it, but its deadly to you, since you know it the best.
eventually, it gets into your mind so much, it weighs you down. your constant thinking is just all about that stupid raven. it whispers how stupid you are, how your friends dont love you, how you were a mistake, and soon, the raven isnt as small as it originally was.
but, i figure that the best way to stop the raven is by taming it, instead of trying to get rid of it.
If my depression were a person it would be the invisible man, No one knows he's here.
I feel like mine is an insanely clingy friend. But not my friend. An insanely clingy bully. A bully that will follow you around everywhere. Sometimes friends will take your hand and help you run away from it, but as soon as you stop to take a breather, because the the distance is too much, the bully materializes right in front of you. They tell you how worthless you are, and the only way you could ever be better in someone's eyes is if you became merely a memory, gone in all other aspects. Eventually, you listen to them, until you do start to think that this bully is your friend, and you stop believing your loved ones because what do they know? It's not like they really love you. The bully becomes your friend, because you believe they are telling the truth.
please do not believe the bully! You are all beautiful people who deserve to be loved because your soul is worth so much more than the torment it goes through. I love you all and hope we can all get better together.😊
