04/09/2026
Yesterday I started gardening again.
Not because I felt super motivated, but because I needed somewhere to put everything I’ve been carrying. Literally. I cried in the garden after watching the news. At first I had gloves on, lowkey grossed out by the bugs and dirt. Just feeling that ick. But I stayed out there anyway. And today, no gloves, dirt under my nails, and I feel so much calmer than I did yesterday.
I’ve always wanted a hobby that was just for me. Not tied to money or productivity. Just something I enjoyed. But with ADHD, bipolar disorder, anxiety, and waves of depression… consistency hasn’t always been easy for me. I’ve started things before and didn’t follow through, and gardening used to be one of those things. It honestly made me feel kind of defeated.
But something shifted.
A couple years ago, a client invited me over to walk her garden and sent me home with a box of seedlings. That small moment stuck with me.
Now gardening feels different.
It’s not a reminder of what I couldn’t keep up with. It’s something I’ve slowly built over time.
It’s messy, imperfect, sometimes frustrating, but also really beautiful. And I think that’s the point. When the world feels too heavy, having something to create, even in a small way, can bring you back to yourself.
Happy Gardening Season, Friends 🌱
