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?
A rollarcoaster of emotions
My depressipn as a person would be me. Constantly in my ear telling me my faults. My insecurities. My greatest regrets. The times I felt inadequate. Telling myself to just give up. Constant insults and attempts to put me down when I feel even the closest thing to happiness. That's probably what my depression would be as a person
@Aprilrenee Very well written. I can relate.
It would be a killer
If Depression had a name, it would be my name. My depression is an scary chaotic version of myself. My depression is the version of me that I hide from the world. My depression is every insecurity I've ever felt in my life. My depression is every bad thing that has ever happened to me. It's hard to give a name when I know that in the end it comes down to me
people i once loved and trusted attacking my values and destroying anything i care about
@dworth257 all of my worst nightmares coming true. being stalked.
If my depression was a person it would a prisoner. Convicted and pushing away those who love me even though I need support and love.
I think mine would be a a big grey cloud, which sounds very cartooney, but that's what I see when I think of it. It just sits there in my head, floating, catching all thoughts and happiness
My depression as a person would be another version of me. She would constantly be in my ear telling me that I will never be good enough. She would point out how much of a burden and disappointment I am and how everyone would be better off if I just disappeared or just didn't exist to begin with. She'd tell me that I will always be alone and single because no one would ever want someone as fat, disgusting, and needy, someone who still lives at home, doesn't drive, or have a job... She'd tell me how disgusting my body is because of my scars and sores from breaking out so much... She'd tell me that I should just give up because my life and I are worthless, and that there's no point in dealing with it anymore... Then, when she gets done saying all that, sometimes, she'd jump on my back, making it hard for me to move around or do pretty much anything. Basically, she'd be the ultimate bully, and there would be nothing I could do about it.
she'd be my toxic friend who's always there to remind me of how bad I am.
A girl inside me about to become a corpse but trying so hard not to.