How do you imagine your depression?
I'm just curious. But I imagine mine like staring at a ravine. I'm standing on the edge of a cliff and just looking down into the blackness. Sometimes I just stare down into it, and other times I feel like jumping in just to escape reality.
So how do you imagine yours?
There is a thread called Personify Your Depression (>link<) that I have previously posted in. However, I think the way I see my depression is different now.
My depression is like a photo filter. It makes everything grey, including me. Things lose their colour and appeal. Life is endless grey nothingness. But the picture isn't always grey. Sometimes the grey fades from everything a little, like someone turned the filter down slightly. Other times, the grey fills everywhere except a few things that burst with colour which sometimes seeps into me too. And occasionally, like today, the grey only fills small parts of the picture, deep parts of me or negative moments.
Have a nice day 
like, i'm being cornered into a tiny little dark hiding place that leads into a maze. a very complex maze. and the only way to get out is by defeating my demons. demons can't cross over into our world, because they are simply a part of us. all of us. they can only whisper into our ears. the only way to defeat them and get out of that maze is by silencing their whispers. does that make sense?
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I understand. The frustration that comes trying to get out of the maze is almost over whelming too. It's leaves you exasperated and just plain done trying. It makes me, personally, just want to stop and let it take over me. But then I remember that if it does, my life will never be better. I have to remember to always fight back no matter how tiring, or challenging it is.
its a stupid dark figure that is long enough to overtake me or cover me. it wrestles me and i try to fight it desperately... its an asshole
I imagine my depression as a dark entity that looks alot like me. his outward apperance would be me but there is a dark lurking within that only i can see. its the stronger version of me and it restrains me and holds me down when ever i try to fight back. its the faster version of me and will always run me down when i try to escape. it will last longer than me as it is a more patient version of myself. in short its the better version of myself that holds me back and makes me feel powerless
I see my depression as diseased parts of my body. It would be growths around my heart that make it hurt when it beats. It would be water in my lungs, or rubbing alcohol in my veins. It would be all my neck muscles stiffening, making it impossible for my brain to function correctly. My depression isn't something else. It's me, I'm the problem, and I'm the sickness.