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 ghost in a big lonely house where no one else has lived or died. It would be a ghost who walks the halls at night just to hear the wooden floors creak under the weight of each step. It would be a ghost who floats along like that feeling you get in your chest when you’re not quite there. He is not tethered to this earth, but not allowed to leave it either.
If my depression was a person, it would be the lone hiker lost somewhere in the mountains, not able to find the familiar trails taken before - scared and cold and looking for anything familiar as a guide.
If my depression was a person his name would be River. He just sits on the bank and wades in the water silently and numb, hoping one day the river swallows him.
If my depression were a person, they would be the sort of person who does everything with a false smile. They would be the person to always wear a bright smile that never meets their eyes, always thinking what they will never say.
This actually the question alone kinda well it ended a panic attack...
I've all ways sorta personified my depression and his friends. But now fleshing them out.... it feels good.
I feel my depression is a tall strong and sad, forlorn in soft brown eyes, you see he use to be my rock my shield my protector when I was scared. The one who helped me calm center, my cheerleader. He use to be the voice of reason, a big brother to his little sister me. He knows hes falling appart, he knows his attempts are only making it worse. He isnt the bad guy, hes not even evil. Deven never was, he would all ways be there to catch happy when she fell. Soberly saying it's ok. But hes tired and worn out and the room mates are keeping happy in his closet. Chester is anxiety a demonically possed a skinny slimy crack addict guy who use to be just a little bit nervous of failure. Chester knows he should get off the drugs, should see a priest. But he listens to no one, chester is done listening could be the drugs loneliness who is a witch with a b who happens to be his shady drug dealer. Named lola, while my low self esteem named penny whispers horrible things. Which cases deven to drink... and chester to do well the drugs lola sells. Mean while pride, locked up the other emotions. And humility is kinda trying to get happy out of sevens closet. Currently my inner demons lola, penny deven and chester are sitting on the couch playing gin rummy while they watch re runs of stupid shit I said bloopers. Bleep I'm just gonna write and poorly draw this as a comic book.... the drama those asshats get into would make a great freaking read. Also could someone tell Melvin my lack of motivation that if he keeps crashing over hes gonna have to bleeping pay rent.
This actually is pretty darn therapeutic I'm gonna keep doing it.
If my depression was a person, they would be a lazy, lifeless person who nobody knows their name, but they know what they did wrong.
Also, they would be blue. Really blue. Blue represents sadness. But it would also be clear. No colors at all. Empty.
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So, if your depression were a person, what kind of person would it be?
If my depression was a person, it would be an angry little girl that hides in a closet. She will dominate my emotions sometimes to the point where I dissociate and see things from her view: this person is mean, this person hates me, this person will leave me. I then lash out and am not aware of what i'd said. Next thing I know, the one I love is hurt. She likes to sabotage me, confuse me, and sometimes overwhelm me to the point of break down. Her appearance would be similar to that of Samara from The Ring is the best way I can explain her.
(cool question thank you!)
If my depression were a person, it would be a sad, heavy person that always insists on me giving it a piggyback ride as soon as I get out of bed. They would be clingy, and always be holding onto me in some way. I can always see them having really long black hair, with one eye showing through their hair. They wear baggy, dark clothes, and are tired all the time.
If my depression were a person..
They would be always emotionless, angry and sad, crying often but with no reason. They are always thinking of something.. The have dark thoughts too in mind. They would wear dark blue clothes and eyes always far away.
Always sitting in dim light place, like some window edge or room. Listening to sad and ambient music.. But sometimes just laying on bed crying or laying on with empty eyes, thinking something and sad. Also getting irritated time to time..
Not wanting to be in this world, but in a peaceful and good world 💙 where there is no bad and no people who judge or say something always which is bad. The world would be just good and beautiful 💙
(I just wrote my thoughts, don't mind me 😅)
@wontwakewontsleep hey! good luck on healing <3
If your depression were a person, what kind of person would it be?:
if my depression were a person, they'd be tall. looming over me like an intimidation tactic. their hair would be dark, and their eyes would be sunken in like they get no sleep. their skin would be wan, limbs bony. they'd walk with a hunch, dragging their feet. they'd speak with a deep mumble. they'd be the type of person to snap at people to push them away (if i'm mean, they won't like me. if they don't like me, they won't care if something happens to me). they'd be just like me, but perhaps sicker
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it would be a person who wants to be self-shelled in order to self-protect. it would be very sad and annoyed person who strives to unreachable perfection. it would be a weak and cranky person who is childish and lazy. it would be a gourmet and it would like to sleep a lot. it would love to play games and read books and listen music. it would like to wander around. it would feel lonely and left out but still would feel weird in presence of others. it would be a child with traits of an old man. its appearce would tell anyone that it is beaten and injured. it would crawl slowly in the storm dreaming about flight which would never happen in real. it would probably have no name but would be nicknamed as Spark.