I want to try something, for all of us. I recently sat down with my therapist and essentially explained what I was going through when I am depressed, considering suicide, making the plans.
After I was done, I felt so much better. I told someone exactly how it felt being tortured inside. And I want you all to do it here.
Write a few sentences (short might speak the loudest). Find music or a work of art. Make a video. Anything that calls out and resonates deep in you, and share with the world what it’s like.
Let me start out by saying this:
“Depression is sitting under a scalding shower, trying to get the feeling of death off of myself.
Suicide, for me, is like jumping from a burning skyscraper, just to make the pain of the flames stop.”
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Depression is like being stuck under an icy lake, and you can’t find the opening to get out. And it’s like everyone without depression knows where the opening is, and they see where you are, but they can’t figure out how to help you find it for yourself. So you either keep searching and find it or you drown/freeze to death.
Depression is like being on another planet where the gravity is different and it feels like you have to lift ten times more with every step. It’s so difficult to do the simplest things, that eventually you give up doing more and more things, until eventually you decide if you want to give up breathing also.
Thats a good analogy!!
depression is like you want to kill yourself but can’t afford a rope, and there are like no cars or high bridges around to jump from, and there is no water to drown in, so basically can’t do shit
Depression is like living covered by a gigantic transparent bag arround your head, that won’t let me hear or comprehend what other people say. The more I try to take it away, the more it tangles around my neck. It’s suffocating me, but there is still some air.
Depression is feeling invisible to other people, it’s being in the middle of the croud but feel like no one sees you . Is like feeling afraid of the afterdeath, imagining yourself a pink dust in the space, remembering all your painfull memories, alone, for all eternity. It is having emotional flexibility to feel exactly and understand what others feel, even tho you never been trough those situations. I could feel what my cousin would feel for his father had died,I would know what my widow neighbour felt for having her husband dead. Depression is suffocating I would sigh all day.
This was one of the phases of my depression, but I had different ones, wich I can’t remember, but now I’m just apathetic about everything, have no feelings and just want to die. I think it’s still depression
It feels like I’ve been put in a small, cold room and if I cry the room only gets smaller and colder.
jrmeador94,
you gave me an idea for a post on the same lines as yours but a little different describing depression using metaphors. I like you post. 🙂
jrmeador94,
Now that i think about it, it’s the same post! i’ll try to switch it up.
Depression to me feels like somebody took my spirit. My inner spirit man and beat it with a stick. So my inner self is just aching and longing for relief.
Depression is like wading in treacle. I am tired and every movement is an effort and my thoughts and problem solving are the same. If I force myself to do something, anything, I know I might feel better but as I feel more and more bogged down I do less and less.
I want to just sleep and fade away but people won’t let me so while I do nothing for myself I force myself to keep going and trying to do all the things that are expected of me and smile and say I am fine.
Depression is like only seeing in black and white, while watching everyone else marvel at color, and being unable to understand what is so beautiful.
Sorry I’m late to the post, but it was lovely and I had to comment.