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 is a constantly negative person who only sees the bad in every situation. Every time I try to feel better or do something constructive, I'm told it's hopeless and never going to change so I should just give up and stay in my room away from the world.
If my depression were a person Im not sure what they would look like but they would be standing behind me with their hands over my mouth to support their weight
An old grave keeper. He sits in an old rocking chair, shovel in one hand, smoking pipe in the other. All he does is look at me, watching me in my everyday, waiting for me to give up.
He is a very patient old man...
My depression would be a Magician. Even though I think it's gone it is there. Hidden. He can make reappear at the flick of a wand. I stand back and watch my horror unfold.
if depression were my friend she would actually be kind of happy. my depression is mostly thoughts of happier times and how much i miss it. my depression would love the color yellow and listen to lofi. my depression would be soft. it would be toxic though, but only on accident. it doesnt know better
my depression would be my stalker, that I can't shake off, and won't listen to reason. They will do what it takes to get to me, and won't understand why it's wrong.
I rarely think of depression as a person. I usually envison it as a thick fog. Like a fog, my depression envelopes me in darkness. It surrounds my vision so I can't see my loved ones trying to call me back to their open arms. I breathe it in and find it feels heavy in my lungs like I can't exhale it and remove it from within. Lost within the fog, unable to see, I hear dissociated voice telling me I am not good enough, I am dissappointing everyone, I am being a burden. I look around but the voice can't ever be connected to a face. This fog is unlke any other that I have experienced and rather than simply surrounding me, it squeezes me. It feels like it is closing in and like quicksand my only hope to prolong my survival is to not move. So I lie in bed each day and feel the pressure build; it is getting harder to breathe, it is getting harder to move, it is getting harder to listen to the incessent voice.
It would be a person made of a really heavy metal thats always hanging in my back like a monkey trying to get me to the ground.. it would be like furious and disappointed and with wants to make me disappear
my depression would be a clown bc it's scary and tries to disguise its self as funny and happy when i take off the mask tho there's sadness and pain
My depression would be B rated actress. She would appear to be ok. But her life really is just a series of crappy events that spiral down until she's LIVING IN A VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER.