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?
if my depression were a person it would be a monster like person always hitting me and making wounds and then rehitting on those wounds constantly.
i wish one day i would be strong and confident enough to stop its stick with which it hits perpetually.
If my depression were a person, she'd be...
A teen girl, maybe around seventeen. She always knows exactly what to say to destroy me & my self-esteem. She whispers all the time "it's your fault. everything that's wrong in your life is your fault."
So that's fun?
Not really. Obviously.
if my depression were a person, it would be somebody i sincerely cared about turning into a monster.
My depression is the person who admit my abilities but still telling me how unlucky I am, how many opportunities has left me, and how many people don't love me.
If my depression be a person , it will be a shadow of me with a broken smile and crying
@wontwakewontsleep
depression is kind of a part of me
depression is my own mind ; it has two metaphotical halfs and one always yelling at the other
I am in a cage and a brown rust coloured liquid as dense as mercury is filling my heart and lungs whilst the other side of my mind tells me I am worthless and changes who I am as a person
If my depression were a person I would want to slap it really hard in the face. It stops me from doing as well as I could or really succeeding in life. I feel like I float by barely noticing all the different things in life while others are thriving. I barely survive. I'm sick of it.
Um... probably like just a person, with a blank expression. They suck all the life and joy out of everything, make getting up feel like a chore, make it so there's not really any feeling but.... blankness? They do whsiper, saying how stupid and worthless I am, but mostly they just block everything out. Kind of like blocking my view of the world and forcing me to see things through glass.
If my depression were a person, (s)he would be a newscaster, interrupting my fantasy movie where I'm a good and worthwhile person and reminding me of the reality of my failure and worthlesness .
If my depression were a person, I would cancel them out of my life and quit the contact with them.
