The Problem With Hopelessness

Mental Health, Art and Cooking (MHAC) Talk #2: The Problem With Hopelessness ____________________by Heidi D. Hansen, M.A. This is in reply to a reader’s comment, “Sometimes I feel hopeless.” The problem with hopelessness is that it cuts off its own solution, like a virus that attacks the immune system.  We get hopeless about being hopeless, just …

Dear Mr. Trump: Here’s Why We Need the EPA. Love, Nativica

Dear Mr. Trump, Leave the EPA alone. Why do we need the Environmental Protection Agency? Because of what you see above. Mr. Trump, you have publically recounted the story of when you were a little boy and your father showed you the skyline of Manhattan from your viewpoint in Queen’s.  Your father told you that…

A Note from Nativica: The First To Bloom In Spring

January, 2017 Our native North West orchid, calypso Bulbosa, or Fairyslipper, is often the first flower to bloom in spring but we usually miss it.  Why?  It’s very tiny, and grows near the roots of Doug Firs and evergreen ferns with their mosses nearby.  And, this sweetie blooms so early that it may be hidden…

Boycot Shamalan’s Movie “Split” due to monsterization of mental illness

January 18, 2017 Dear Editors of The Oregonian, Columbian, Consumers of CVAB, NAMI, and DSHS; As a mental health advocate I am calling for a boycott on M. Knight Shamalan’s new thriller movie, “Split.”  This movie and it’s promotion represents an agredious monsterization of the very real and rather common mental illness known as Dissociative…

I Wrote A Song For Those With Mental Illness

Hello, this is Heidi Hansen, your terrific mental health advocate. I wrote a song for those who struggle with mental illness.  It’s called, “Friend’s Lullaby,” and is about how we can lose our Self to mental illness, find our Self again through recovery, and how we can use courage self-talk to build the life we want. Email or…

Old Photos, Bad Dreams, and The Wisdom Quilt

Trauma changes us, but we get to say how. Trauma sticks in our memories like old snapshots that have melted into plastic album sheaths. Trauma assaults our sleep with swirls of fear in non-sensible and panicked nightmares. Learning to allow comfort to comfort us can be a steep challenge. Let’s start by imagining the simple…