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 I would take a swing to try and punch his face,
then I would miss, fall on my face and break my own nose.
If my depression were a person it would know just how to push my buttons. They would be very precise when picking their moment to jump. This person would wait for my weakest moments to attack because they would know on my good days I am strong enough to fight back and back them down but always temporarily.
@MattSammons - Yes ): The struggle persists wih depression, even if we can find a break from it temporarily. It tears us down and puts as much of our focus as possible on our shortcomings, irritstions, and insecurities. It knows exactly how to make us crumble. Thank you for sharing your thoights with us <3
My depression would be sticky quicksand. Will slow you done and can be fatal. Definetely something you want to avoid.
If my depression were a person, it would be a calm person, sitting there, sipping tea and occasionally making me trip and fall. Or just saying "Hi there. Remember me?"
It wouldn't be scary or intimidating. Just very unexpected and sudden sometimes.
If my depression were a person:
she would be a small child with arms outstreched - begging someone to hold her, and crying out, " hold me, see me, help me".
But her hands and cries would go un-noticed as both strangers and loved ones walked by.
Her hair would blow cold in the wind whipping and stinging her cheeks.
She would be barefoot, cowering on top of a mountain looking down, wanting to both jump and run back.
The rocks and gravel of this great mountain would dig into her soles of her feet and toes , bringing forth buds of crimsion blood that blossomed to the surface.
The only flowers she would ever see.
The world around her would be dark, both day and night.
Her tears would run down her face in infinity as they stained her face over the agless years.
And when the pain would get too deep, she would reach to me with hallowed eyes.
Out of my own pain, I would pick her up...and she would never let me go...
and I would sink into the depths of her world.
And we would carve out our world together in darkness.
@blissedNblessed great description!
@blissedNblessed - This was truly beautiful and raw, it reads like a piece of art while still being heartfelt and honest and true. I truly relate with this description of depression, the feeling of a neglected inner child who at times thrashes and other times becomes almost numb; of suffering in plain sight and no one noticing or caring. Thanks for sharing this with us.
If my depression were a person it would follow me around and tell me that I'll never amount to anything no matter how hard I try
If my depression were a person it would be a better version of me. Perfect. Beautiful. Likeable. It taunts me, it makes me feel like Im sinking like no one can save me but myself but my hands are tied. I just wanna be happy. I wanna smile with meaning. Not to cover hurt.
