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?
My depression would be a split personality between snapping at the littlest annoyance and feeling like the world have given up on me.
If my depression were a person it would be a melancholic little blue guy who lives in the control center of my brain. For whatever reason someone left him in charge and he just keeps making the worst calls. I'd like to think he isn't doing it to hurt me purposefully but rather it is just who he is and he can do nothing else but hurt me, hold me back, and suppress the better parts of myself I'm pretty sure exist. It's hard to remember anymore because he's been in charge for too long.
The person would be Chuck Bass of Gossip Girl. Being happy for the person you lovr eventhough you are not a part of it. And there would be people coming but they go away/ shoo them away because its empty or dont want them to feel what you are feeling right now.
If my depression was a person, it would be a sailor. It keeps tying me down to where I can't get loose.
I don't normally see my depression as a person but if I did I would see people who are happy and say rude and mean things to me. Some of the people would be stone cold and distant.
If my depression was a person he would be an evil monster who I had to fight everyday.
If my depression was a person it would be a stalker in the dark sulking in the shadows until i'm alone to affect me when I see it staring outside my window.
If my depression were a person, it would be constantly standing in my way. It would be following me around and attacking me whenever i make a mistake. It would be telling me that my coping behaviors are worth the pain and grief it puts on me and my family if it means i get that temporary relief.
It would be evil green monster lodged in my brain with fangs. It would tell me how worthless, ugly,and stupid I am. It would tell me how I
If my depression were a person, they'd be clining onto my back. Always smiling and always laughing, everytime I hold my breath, everytime I get to close to someone, everytime I think I can finally let go, it would be there clingining onto me. Beckoning me to do things I really shouldn't, becking me, whispering in my ear one moment, and shouting the next that I'm not really important.
If my depression were a person it would: make my alarm never sound to wake me up in the morning, interrupt me constantly while I am carrying on a conversation, and yell at me with words of discouragement when I am trying to accomplish ANYTHING.