"How am I ever supposed to take care of myself," I cried to my mom, "when I can't even take care of a plant?!"
I was 15 and my cactus had just died from overwatering. I avoided house plants for years, until I came across a pothos while my mental health was in the gutter. The little thing became everything to me. I propagated it, bought more plants. Whenever dark clouds come rolling into my mind, I lay my plants extra attention. "I take good care of myself, little one," I tell them while watering them, "so I can take better care of you."
