One of the exercises I did while I was in therapy was creating a collage of images that describe how I feel while I am depressed.
My collage of pain and suffering
A. The witch image depicts how I feel completely rotten inside. Not only feeling "not good enough," but also that there is fundamentally something wrong with me. Down to my core I am horrible, undeserving of love, and worthless.
B. The woman with her hands covering her face describes how I feel utterly powerless. I feel like I can't do anything to make things better. I feel consumed by sadness and self-hatred.
C. The pink balloon reminds me how lost I feel. I feel detached from everyone and everything. They remind me of Mickey Mouse ears and the idea that we should seek unbridled joy, but all I feel is boundless heartache.
D. The rodent with the leash and collar describe how I feel chained to my responsibilities and obligations. I feel burdened by having to take care of other people, and then guilty that I see it as a burden. There's this sense that I should feel only gratitude for what's in my life.
E. The Nyquil depicts my desire to end my pain and suffering by overdosing. When I feel deeply depressed, I just want to end it all and sleep forever.
F. The question mark is another illustration of how lost I feel. I don't know who I am, why I'm here, or what the point of my life is.
It shames me to admit that I've ever had these feelings and that I still have them. I had to take a break from writing this because I was crying so hard. The difference though between who I was when I made this collage and who I am today is that I know that these images do not reflect the real me.
- I am not perfect, but there is good in me
- I can't fix everything, but I am strong and powerful, especially in my willingness to ask for help
- I belong to multiple loving, supportive communities in which I am deeply connected and appreciated
- I do have responsibilities, but I am able to set healthy boundaries, and I don't have to do everything myself
- Life is painful sometimes but I am never alone in my suffering; I have many friends to lean on who lift me up
- I still don't know why I'm here, but I know that I have value, and I contribute to the people in my life every day; my life and theirs is richer for it
It's tempting to hide this side of me, to show only my cheerful persona, but that would be a disservice to all the people who are still suffering and feel all alone. Depression is a part of my life, but it does not define me. It doesn't have to define yours either.
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What images describe your experience of depression?