by Adina Arden Cooper
I’m a worthless piece of shit. That’s the narrative that played in my unconscious mind for years. Though I was sometimes aware of feeling this way, I didn’t realize how it permeated everything I experienced until a cataclysmic event sent it careening to the surface of...
by Adina Arden Cooper
As a child, I loved playing with Matryoshka dolls. I would study each one, taking in the similarities and the slight differences between them. I was fascinated by how they fit into each other, how they were all separate but were also all one. Nowadays, when working...
by Adina Arden Cooper
In Norse mythology, Hel, the realm of the dead (also the name of the queen of that realm), is a cold and dark place rather than a fiery pit. Souls suffer in icy shadows. Every year I find myself in this place of misery. Seasonal depression is real and it’s...
by Adina Arden Cooper
What if you gave yourself permission to be beautiful? Not in the lofty sense of appreciating your “inner” beauty, but in a way that truly celebrates your physical beauty. It sounds simple but it’s not. At least not for many. Not in a culture that presents messages...
by Adina Arden Cooper
Raise your hand if your primary method of self-care these last couple of weeks has been weeping into your wine glass and curling into the fetal position while binge watching The Walking Dead. You’re not alone. The apocalyptic mayhem unleashed by COVID-19 has us all a...
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