The Orange Bead Collection

This Week was a Sack of Bricks Straight to the Chest

Bree Blatchford

This Week was a Sack of Bricks Straight to the Chest
Two prominent community figures, lost to the world through suicide. In one painful week.

Quietly, On My Own Terms

Bree Blatchford

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Quietly, On My Own Terms
And that, my dear, gives me so much hope. 

The Terrifying Tales of the Depression Hibernation

Bree Blatchford

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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

Bree Blatchford

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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...