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?
@wontwakewontsleep
My depression would be very smart. This person would know my weaknesses and my strengths. Dep. would be a stalker and follow me everywhere I go. He would always nag and disagree with every decision I make.
@MyNameIsNicole
if my depression was a person it wouldve been dead
@beloved143
Wow. Is that a way of saying you're depression is reducing or getting better?
My depression is a lonely little girl, who sits next to me. She's doesn't talk, she just watches me with a sad, apathetic expression. She doesn't pity me per se. She's just a disappointed in a sad sort of way. She knew this didn't have to happen, but it did and now it always will have.
If my depression were a person, the person would be very slow, and scared. She wouldn't leave the house, and she would need everyone in her life to give her reassurance
@dancingKoala5679
Hmm. Thought provoking. Is there a reason for making this person female? ♀️
Honestly I didn't even realize I did that! I recently had a breakthrough regarding some past trauma from when I was little, and think because of that I'm able to connect more to my depression/PTSD. So I guess I connect my depression to that scared little girl.
if my depression were a person, it would be the embodiment of patronizing and condescending, walking around with a superiority complex designed as promoting aid and growth. My depression needed me to be truly down to continue satisfying its needed image of itself.
If my depression were a person, it would need to tear me down to vindicate their own insecurities
@wontwakewontsleep If my depression were a person, it would be my depressed, lonely twin who constantly tells me that nobody likes me and that I'm undeserving of love and life itself.
@applepersona
Basically a mirror to reflect your thoughts? 💭😔
if my depression was a person, it would be a group of people, actually -- people with unmitigated cruelty and a need to hurt someone in the deepest, most scarring way. Regardless of how they feel, they would go about it in the worst possible way, rather than distancing themselves or having a direct conversation. They would surround me with their cruel assessments and harsh assessments until i felt worthless, but tell me they wanted to help whenever I asked. They would treat me like a doormat, then blame me when I grew angry and resentful. They would refuse to acknowledge the harm they do themselves, the part they play in the dynamic. They would not rest until I took full and ultimate responsibility for the emotions, pains, and mishaps of every even that unfolded. They would nto rest until I accepted what they say as the truth and see myself how they see me. Perhaps depression, personified, does truly want me to change, hoping my good qualities will outweigh the bad. In reality, depression couldn't handle a dark time in my life, or the complexities and nuances of the situations at hand. They become the embodiment ( and worse ) of everything they fear and hate. And depression makes me believe their worst assessments. Depression doesn't care how far it has gone, or the reality that all I needed was time and some space from tragedy/ good events unfolding. Depression will push harder and harder until I give in.
@dworth257 depression would take my worst habit and turn it into a horrific nightmare, much worse than necessary. Depression makes no effort to understand or empathize. Depression doesn't have to -- but at least, then, don't do irreversible harm. We all make mistakes, but intention to do serious, life-changing harm to somebody cannot be justified, no matter how that person has hurt or annoyed you. Depression doesn't care, and sees itself as a merciless, heroic embodiment of justice itself. But far too often in human history, what looks like justice quickly turns into villainy.
@dworth257
You really put some thought into this💭❤️
Final : my depression is a sad, jealous, vindictive woman, who couldn't stand to see somebody "fool" her. She didn't take the time to see the situation or empathize, she just went with the typical pattern of her life -- spoiled, never without money to help or save her from strife, never without the upper hand given to her by her powerful family. Her vast luck was that her victim had actually made legitimate mistakes. Of course, depression underestimated me. A lion will always crush a scorpion, in the end. Poison is temporary, strength is forever.
@dworth257
I love the way you wrote this. Pure and raw♥️
@dworth257
very poetic
If my depression was a person it would be like my dark monster shadow, always with me killing everything that I like, it knows how to go into my mind and blank all my happy thoughts and replace them with all my ugly memories, it knows my weakness and constanly reminds me of them, my dark shadow hates me, its like another me, a me that wants to destroy me.
@Ravenetti99
Yeah, I get you. Like a person that doesn't want you to be happy. 😔
If my depression were a person they would sit in a high backed velvet chair, smoking a pipe and laughing at me every time I tried to make a positive change in my life. They would pull out a scroll of parchment and roll it out onto my brain, putting tacks into all of my failures, recreating a map of why I simply cannot be happy. They would scoff with derision at my attempts to make connections with others. They would remind me that no one gives a damn about me or my ideas, and that it's all been done before so why bother. They would toss me into the great void, hoping I wouldn't claw my way out yet again.
