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...
They would look exactly like me, but a child version. They would constantly hold my hand and keep me away from doing the things I enjoy. I would have to take care of them just like a child, and it would keep me from getting out of that dark state. They would be anorexic since when I am depressed I often lost weight due to appetite loss. They would look so exhausted because I do nothing but sleep. They would have a collar around their neck and chains around their wrist. Those chains would lead back to the worst people in my life, who are ultimately behind all of my depression in the first place.
For the life of me i cant see it as a person, but if i had to give it a shape it would be chains. They tied me, chush me pull me away from things and people. They are heavy and noisy and do not let me sleep. They anger me, and that makes me lash out, but i only end up hurting myself out of anger (i dont mean cutting, i just punch a wall or something)
If my depression were a person, it'd be a quiet shadow. It does more in actions than in words, but even when it says nothing I can still feel it there.
She would be Delores Umbridge. Always making me believe my own lies and trying to control me to the smallest detail
If my depression were a person, it would be Mother Earth.
Used and abused. Burned and torn a part again and again and again. Unable to say please stop, please be careful with me, please don't hurt me.
But still caring for the lives which manifest it. Still working around the clock for a completely unsure future.
Yet somehow still wrecklessly hopeful. That it will get better.
@tay998 Hundred percent true and on point.
If my depression were a person, it'd they'd be a toxic friend. They'd tell me I'm worthless. They'd tell me I don't matter. And they'd tell me "why try?" They'd come in the room and see me writing this post and say "no one even cares anyway..." Then they'd leave the room only to return later. They'd see a victory and tell me I don't deserve to celebrate. They'd see a lose and act like it served me right.
But through it all, I just can't seem to part with them.
I'd tell myself I probably deserve them in my life anyway.
If my depression was a person it would be someone who is an exact replica of me but only small indications that it is not. Someone who keeps me up late at night with the endless worries of regrets and sorrow. Someone who can't even let go even if it's as futile as holding onto a fistful of sand. Someone who holds on too tight that it hurts leaving senseless scars. Someone who clouds out the light with all kinds of black and grey shades. Someone who gives in too easily because it's easier not to resist. Someone who looks at me with the same dull blue eyes. Someone who is always better or worse than me because it's always a competition. Someone who thinks I've used the word "Someone" far too many times.
If my depression was a person it would be a person who is always there, uninvited of course but quiet in the background at a party who in the end brings up or says something that was always a touchy subject spoiling the mood
If my depression were a person.
they would be Dark
they would not move, they would not speak they would just sit there and stare emotionlessly out. they would feel exhausted and done with being alive and broken
@Jay666
If my depression was a person. Their name would be Luna. The reson is because she laughs all day and makes jokes. But as the sun goes down amd the moon comes up, the depression comes and she sits and stares blankly at me and tells me everything i did wrong and yells things that arent very true
They would have an enormous dong because they screw me over every day
