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 my best friend the only one that knows me so well and uses all my insecurities against me and then lift me up just to tear me down again. She would be there when I am alone reminding me that she is honest and only cares, she would be laying next to me every night reminding me of my fears and every mistake I have made. She would be there when I am happy to remind me Im not worth this joy and bring me away from reality. She would never leave me alone no matter how hard I hide or how far I run she will always be stuck with me like a shadow.
This is so spot on! @fearlessLand5716
If my depression were a person it'd kick me when I'm already down. It'd force me to face everything that I've already seen with astonishing clarity, and tell me that it was my fault. It'd let me know I'm always alone and that no one cares, even if I know they do. It'd be that little hideous voice with fangs biting at me every second of my day.
She would be a wallflower. Quiet and somewhere in the back. Whenever I'm Happy, she won't say anything, but I will feel her Eyes like knives in my back. In these moments I can almost forget her. Almost. And then I am alone with her, the happines, my Friends, my success, my Pride has already left the party.
And then she's not quiet. She screams at me all the words she swallowed before. "You forgot me, right?!", She screams while pushing me in the Pool and pushing my head under Water.
I need to fight against her Holding me down, but my strenghth is gone, I fought too long. I can only survive, swim, put my head above the water to breathe, but not enough to fight her and get Out of the water.
I am left being weak and worthless because that's what she made me be.
If my depression were a person, nobody would know. He'd be successful and outgoing and gregarious with people in his professional sphere, but personally he's introverted and a loner. With his friends and family he'd try hard to help them with their issues while always dwelling on the fact that he's hiding his own. He'd look for companionship with others who he's not committed to while pushing away the person he promised to be committed to. From the outside looking in, life is perfect for the guy. But inside, he's running from challenges and commitment and routine. Think life of the party, blue collar millionaire on the outside, on the inside a kid who still doesn't know why anyone would truly love him. Lives in an 800 sq foot rental and everyone praises his frugality, but the only reason he stays there is out of fear.
He's only cried once in the past decade, when he had to put a dog down, but had a brother who was killed shortly after a falling out and nearly 10 failed relationships in the same amount of time and never cried. He's dying to, but he doesn't know how to make it happen.
If my depression were a person it would be a think black mist that climbs on my back agents in my head as soon as I awake everyday - it will put a block for every thingI I ant to do and trip me up when I try to make progress
If my depression were a person,it would be a fake friend. Always dragging me into bad situations and encouraging me to do things that will harm me,and then accuse ME of being the problem when I call it out. Always begging me to come back,saying that its best for me and that it made a mistake,and crying crocodile tears when i slam the door behind me.
It would be a person dressed in black that doesnt have a face. It would hide in the corners or my room and whisper all the things I hate about myself. My friends dont like me. My parents dont love me. Im a burden. It would tell me how worthless I am and I would believe it. I used to listen to it everyday and believe it but now Im a lot better. Not because the voice is softer but or nicer but because Im a lot stronger. I want a full happy life and Im not going to let anything get in my way. Its my right of life.
If my depression were a person it would lock me in a cage and throw away the key just so it could be me. Im sure it would find the people I love the most and push them away by all the horrible things it would say. My depression is already a monster that tears me to shreds so if my depression were a person it would probably be me.
@Chickiee one of those people who who have time for you when they're bored
It would be that one friend you have on Facebook who will leave some sort of half-insulting, half-sarcastic attempt at banter on whatever status or photo you share.
mine would be inky and fluid, slipping into the shadows unexpectedly and capturing me. it would latch onto me like a parasite and slowly drain me, telling me horrible things and repeating the same phrases over and over again for hours.