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

It would be like someone who always picks up stiches to see what will happen to wound. Also someone who will tel you to shut up if you want to say something not nice, telling you to go to be somewhere alone when you feel like you will cry any second. It is happy when i cry and sad when im happy. Its a shitty human being that sits on my shoulder every day and acts as if he was me, even if it is not true, he serves me worst ideas to act on them and then makes me feel guilty for doing so, saying into my ear that im "difficult" its my fault and it would be better if i was gone. It wasnt me to dissolve myself into space, pushing and pushing until there is nothing left, telling me everyone hates me even if i wake up every day witch intention to give my all. It cant decide when pushing me is helpful and when it is madness, tells me im mad, ridiculous, werid. That i have to be perfect every secon of my life otherwise everyone will hate me, that i cant tell i have it because no one will belive me no one will help me they will just push me away. Its my enemy, that i recognize and do things to make him deafeated every day

If my depression were a person they would be a very toxic friend. Telling me rumors about not other people but me. They would constantly have me attending to them. I'm short so they would be the type of person to lean on me constantly and use me as an arm rest. Even though I realize that they're toxic they just won't leave me alone no matter how much I try to shake them. They force me to do things that I don't want to do. They whisper things in my ear that I don't want to hear. They make things less enjoyable because they're always around. They tell me to trust them no matter how much they've hurt me. If I somehow manage to get away from them for a day they get angry and come back to make my life even more miserable so I could pay for abandoning them. In the end they are just a bully disguised as a friend.

David, from The Last of Us videogame. The last part just before Ellie kills him, Ellie being the depressed person.

David: "I know you're not infected. No one that's infected fights this hard to stay alive."

"I knew you had heart. You know it's okay to give up. It ain't no shame in it. Huh. I guess not. Just not your style is it?"

"You have no idea what I'm capable of."

Ellie: "Continues fighting back and eventually kills him."

My depression would be a 16 year old girl. She's cold and mocks everything I do. She whispers a lot of hurtful things in my ear. She often tells me that everyone hates me and that everyone I love will leave me. I see her in my reflection sometimes and she follows me almost everywhere I go.

If my depression was a person, they would be scared and isolate themselves. They would think that everyone is against them and assume they would be declined of help or made fun of for even trying. If my depression were a person, they would think people would bully them and try to turn people against that depression. They would feel like all the work they're trying to do means nothing, for they worry of how they are perceived by other people.

She would be tired and ignored

I have always personified my depression. In fact, they are two people: one is stuck at the end of a corridor whose floor is littered with broken glass. It appears when the feeling of sadness and loneliness becomes unbearable.
The second is called Madam. She is sarcastic and very cold. She never fails to remind me how useless I am.

If my depression was a person she would be a lonely girl, scared of making anyone uncomfortable with her emotions. She would go around smiling and hiding everything that she's really feeling. She would defend and protect everyone's emotions but hers. She would live in a dark hole where she no longer had to carry the burden of making sure everyone is okay. She would be able to go in there and let go of the pressure to be okay. She would go in there knowing she could cry, scream, bawl, have a temper tantrum, really feel the hurt and pain. But she would find that she can no longer feel a thing. She's spent so much time looking around her that she didn't notice the coldness inside of her. She'd realise the abandoned home she's living In, the numbness inside of her and the silence of her heart. She'd panic every time like it was the first time she realised she was dead and buried in a coffin.

If they were a person they'd be someone standing at the edge of a cliff, always stepping back at the last minute thinking of turning back returning to the warmth only to go back to the edge, mind flooded with the reality of there being no warmth. No one to trust not even the one's they call family, the ones who should say "you'll be ok" say "its not really how you feel" when your are about to bare your heart out to them. Then they would clamp up anf take a step forward again.

The reality that that if they were to jump no one would call out, no one would care. That if they were gone a replacement would be easy to find. That if they could just cease to exist it would be great. Just vanish like they never existed.

Thays what my depression would be as a person. Living forever in the painful reality almost wanting to let go but deluding them selves with the "But" that has no real value.

If my depression were a person, they would be like Mother Gothel. On the outside, they would seem caring and kind but on the inside devious, unsympathetic, and greedy. They would keep me up in a high tower in the middle of an ocean where the only way out was to jump. And would not have been thought how to swim. So I would be stuck with them pretending to care about me forever.