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 I cant imagine as a person, my depression I cant describe or compare to any person Ive ever cane across. My depression is a wave, or should I say a tsunami but with no warning. One day Im fine Im happy its like being on a beach having a good time singing songs with my friends, they go up to the hotel. Im sitting alone Im happy, but then it comes all at once all so quickly crashing down suffocating me I cant breathe I struggle and Im struggling, but it hasnt killed me. I dont understand how, this pain makes me wish it had. No it just chokes me takes away every breath I have left to breath. But then I see my friends come back down, they look at me and they smile and wave and sit down beside me. There was no wave no tsunami, they still seem happy. But I still cant breathe and they dont see it, I try to tell them but how do u explain to someone that while they are enjoying the fresh air ur struggling, suffocating. Im alive but Im not living. The feeling comes and goes it takes time until I learn to breathe again, but then as quickly as before it comes crashing in again. An unwanted visitor into my life. If my depression was a person its the person who pops in then stays for hours until u want to bang ur head of a table and scream and then to go the frick home, but u cant. Except Ive never felt this bad from a person, constantly getting overwhelmed nothing makes me feel everything. But ththeres nothing about that I ever want to feel.
Have you seen the movie Silent Hill? The one where she loses her daughter in that weird town in its own little world and shes alone but then all the scary shit happens to her all at once? Thats what my depression is. Its not a person, that would be to easy. My depression is its own little world where Im alone but bombarded with all my emotions, doubts, negativity, and failure all at once. I will never escape this little world I will just simply learn to live in it.
My depression is like a cold, manipulative scorpion. Hiding under a damp rock in a swamp of despair that I find myself sinking in.
The scorpion sneaks inside, during a moment of my trust and weakness. Should I trust you?
The scorpion slowly crawls up my spine, into my heart, into my mind, into my soul in its deepest recesses. Should I open up to you?
If I let you in, can I trust you not to sting? I know your poison will burn and corrode like acid, coursing everywhere within me spreading outward from within. I know your poison will disfigure me and everything I see and experience.
No, I will not let you in.
@AbbyHarris1976
Beautiful
@weirdman
Thank you! 
That was kind of a poem of sorts. On my feed, I write my own stuff in addition to reposting others'. A lot of my "poetry" combines either how I am feeling or past experiences in my life (usually dealing with going through and recovering from anxiety and depression, the hurt of failed past friendships / relationships, and true friendship versus short-term pleasure relationships) with some aspect of living in Chicago because that's where I'm from and I'm turning into a city slicker at heart. 
*references to my self harm so please read with care*
Depression. Depression is a dark, bony, shadowy figure. It appears out of no where, sudden and unexpected. It appears easily but is never easy to get rid of.
It looms over me in class, at home, when Im out and when Im trying to sleep. It keeps me awake. Ive become so close to it that it has been a part of me for a little over 5 years and had been growing steadily up until a couple months ago. Depression brutally murdered one of my best friends without a second thought. It took him away, never to return. Since then, its engulfed me completely, it has changed even my appearance.
Depression has dulled the blue of my eyes to a dead grey, its caused the numbers on the scales to fluctuate, ruined my once cheerful smile and has been the reason behind the deep, pale scars on my limbs.
It has ruined my life. My laugh. My friendships with the people I never thought Id lose.
Its slowly drowning me in a river of worries and anxiety and endless fraustrations.
But I dont know why it chose me, nor do I know whats really going on inside this head of mine and why Im like this.
But I hope that one day Ill find a way to get depression away and out of my life so that maybe I can start to regain my confidence, my smile, my laugh and my colour back
If my depression was a person..
(Bad grammar)
It'd probably be some time of black figure, or something of the sort, just following me around. Just waiting until the right moments. When I'm laughing, having fun, talking to a friend, it'll decide that's the time to make me feel like no one cares about me. It'll tell people they're worthless, they're stupid, no one likes them, they aren't smart.. even when they are.
Difficult for me to personify. When Im in a depressive episode I call it the black hole.
@TVH My depression for me most of the time is this hole I can't seem to get out of. I can see the top and I can almost reach the top my fingers. I can feel the top of the dirt at the edge but there's nothing to use to pull my self out. Some times though that hole is filled with concrete and it has me stuck in this almost dry state where I can barely move. Sometimes just my feet maybe up to my waist there are some days though that feel like I'm going to drown but I cant because its got me stuck with my head barely poking out far enough to breathe shallowly. There are days where I dont know what the hole even is. There are some that it's right there waiting for me to fall. There are days where the hole is only a figment of my imagination that I can see there is no hole but I do not want to leave my hole because I'll just be right back in it like it was never gone.......
She'd be like a dark figure in a dream, always in the corner of your eye, but if you turn to get a better look, she moves in closer and blocks your view. Whenever you're happy, or think you are, she's laughing in your ear at how stupid you are. When you're down, she's a sweet old friend with a stinging voice who rubs your shoulders and tells you that you should be used to this, it will always be this way, and she can help you out. She has the way out, and only wants the best for you. She looks like you, dressed in clothes you used to love but no longer own, but her smile is sinister and she's shrouded in darkness so thick you can hardly make out her features. If you didn't know your own face so well, you'd think she was a monster. Maybe you think you're the monster.
I guess that's how I see it.
I think if my depression was a person it would just be me. Largely because most of my depressive episodes happen because of the way I feel about myself, whether that be in ability or appearance. Although, it would probably be a much uglier me, to represent the way I feel about myself while in its control
@I3fyr
That's exactly what I was thinking about my depression!
Here's how I feel with depression ...
There is a beast raging within
This beast is not evil, or angry without reason, or malevolent, but is still a beast
This is a beast who is hurt and cannot trust
I pace around like a lion in a twisted cage with spiked bars waiting for your reply, waiting for someone to see my pain and situation. Where are you??
There is a thorn in my paw, but on closer look, it is not a thorn ... it is a poisonous scorpion's barb, lodged hard and deep in my paw, in my heart, in my soul. Deep inside me spreading its poison throughout me and all I feel is pain and unrest.
I roar at the pain and the hurt ... can you hear me? Do you feel any empathy for this raging beast within?
I only seek compassion, kindness, and gentleness. Will you kindly and gently remove this poisonous stinger within me? Will you remove the thorn from my paw?
