If your depression were a physical creature, what would it be?

[aidjm]

I started thinking about this a few weeks back, and I wanted to get some other people's insights. I've done a bit of writing just for something to do, and I was thinking about writing a story about a person whose depression manifests itself as a physical being.

For me, I kind of pictured it as a big black lizard-thing that sits on my shoulders and digs in with its claws, and doesn't want to let go.

What about you guys?

[guest163]

Mine is like No-Face from Spirited away. He just feeds off me and gets bigger and bigger, but occasionally gives me gold (my manic episodes) and it makes me feel better, until that stops and he wants to feed again.

[Bubblemum]

Mine is a "dementor" like in Harry Potter

[Rubbury_roach]

It would be an oppressive and very intimidating creature. The kind that gives oOff fear guilty worthlessness without even trying or focusing attention directly at me. It goes for a while but it moves away when it can't win. This is my mind creature. Things are things and feeling are feelings. Life wasn't meant to be easy but without this monkey on my back it would be a lot easier! Lol. Killing the creature monster my not actually make it go away. Mybe there's a way to understand it more. Can the creature do anything right? I mean if I'm living with it now and can at least make a bit more room for the creature. A lot more room so he becomesi insignificant to me.....Just an idea but would love to hear back.

[Rubbury_roach]

Hi can't move forward, very very similar feeling there with the strangulating octopus. Still amazes me how our own being' mind' is exceptional at creating these obstacles or challengeswhenn we really don't evenneed them. I go from bed for 3 days straight, can't get up if the house was burning down to running around for a week over committing toeveryone then back to bed! If you got to blame someone, blame western socialism. There are unfortunately friendly fire in the mind control war taking place right now. People with these ' illnesses' myself included are the humabeings left with unsatisfied and unfinished work to do. There is love left. Humans are losing their souls for profit. No wonder I'm depressed! Good luck mate.

[Little_people]

It feels like a knife which has cut my heart in two and will never mend. Particularly today

[Lukeduke]

Would be a sloth. Creepy long arms that bind me. Cant shake it. Lazy tired ugly sloth

[shadowfox]

I picture it as a dark, evil creature. Draped in ragged black cloth, swimming through the air around me, reaching out and trying to sink its claws into me.

When I've tried to picture some sort of creature to help me fend it off and protect me, it's always been a wolf.

[anotherPeter]

It isn't a physical creature.  It is a closed restraining concrete wall around me.  Kind of an insulation as much as a prison.  Kind of like Pink Floyd's "The Wall".  Wish I could tear it down but that would leave me exposed.

[Emilyfitzgerald]

I think of it as a snake, when you are least expecting it, when you feel fine, it slithers up behind you and latches on with its poisonous fangs, not letting you go, injecting venom that consumes your whole body, with the venom spreading, so do your thoughts, the thoughts that are speaking in your head, hissed by the evil snake.

[Billy66]

Hi all

I think I would describe myself as a crab and my depression would be a shell- like a hermit crab. It is safe while in my shell but dark and occasionally I feel good enough to leave and then need to find another home to feel safe. I get thrown around with the tide like my bipolar and get chased arond by other crabs and stood on by humans who are walking in the beach.

Billy66