The Orange Bead Collection

The Terrifying Tales of the Depression Hibernation

Bree Blatchford

The Terrifying Tales of the Depression Hibernation

Hello 2017, nice to meet you! I know, I know, my hiatus to the public world in terms of blog writing has been long-lasting, mostly fueled by my own depressive waves and the crippling inability to do anything “extra” besides the necessary painfully present. I wish that I could say that I am sorry, that I apologize for reemerging into the world like a flower bud after a bitter winter, but I’m truly not. Sometimes a person with Mental Illness just needs a BREAK. Well, lots of breaks. They will probably need more breaks than you're used to allowing a...


Depression Sucks and so does Sleep Shaming: Here's Why

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I Won't Call you Back and I'll Probably Cancel our Plans; I Love You but I Don't Want to Talk to You

Bree Blatchford

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I’m broken. There is no direct origin to the time or reason as to why I am like this, it just showed up one day. The cracks slowly creeped into my soul, spreading like a disease to the different parts of my body, making me feel weak and exhausted. My heart has been slowly constricted by the most painful ropes, tightening each and every day so hard that it makes me clutch my chest in vain. It’s a breathlessness feeling, with a gnawing, persistent nature that eventually drives you to tears. Frustrated, ANGRY, pissed off, confused, hurt, sorrow-filled tears. They...


Riding the Waterslide of Depression: That's Where I'm at

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Riding the Waterslide of Depression: That's Where I'm at

I know. I haven't written in QUITE a while. I am not really able to offer any other explanation than Depression itself. Those who suffer know what it’s incredibly easy to slip back into the darkness, all too easy. Depression is like one of those hugeeee tunnel waterslides at a theme park, snaking through the sky like a menacing, artificial python. You look up at the waterslide, standing stories up in the summer sun and promise yourself that you will NEVER ride that one ever. Even the sight of it causes goosebumps to pebble up on your arms and you...


A Deadly Tornado of Guilty Emotions Everywhere

Bree Blatchford

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A Deadly Tornado of Guilty Emotions Everywhere

The thing I find that I deal with most, inside my own mind that is, on a daily basis is guilt. Feeling guilty is one of the natural affects of struggling with Depression and Anxiety, however that’s just the point. I STRUGGLE with it. Every second my guilt claws onto my brain stem like a grotesque, ink-colored mucus and slowly climbs into my brain to fester there for a while. So many negative emotions tend to take leisurely vacations in my brain now-a-days. The circumstances that ignite this guilt as if it were a reckless explosive device about to splatter...