Confessions of a Reformed Plant Killer (and Why You Might Actually Enjoy This Whole Green Thumb Thing)





From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent: My Story

Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always the poster child for successful plant parenthood. In fact, I was more like the cautionary tale whispered among ferns. I’m talking “killed-a-cactus-with-kindness” level plant homicide. My past attempts at nurturing anything green usually ended in crispy leaves, drooping stems, and a healthy dose of self-reproach. “Plants hate me,” I’d lament, dramatically tossing another shriveled victim into the compost bin.

But then, something shifted. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was my impending quarter-life crisis, or maybe it was just a rogue ray of sunshine hitting the empty corner of my living room, begging for a leafy inhabitant. Whatever the reason, I decided to give this whole plant thing another shot.

Plant (Yes, Really)

My journey back to the plant world started cautiously, with a snake plant named Severus (yes, after Snape—don’t judge). Known for their resilience and tolerance for neglect, snake plants are basically the cacti of the houseplant world. I figured if I could keep Severus alive, I could conquer the world… or at least graduate to a peace lily.

One particularly stressful week, I completely forgot about poor Severus. Not a single drop of water, not even a glance in his direction. I braced myself for his inevitable demise, but when I finally remembered to check on him, he was… fine? Better than fine, actually. He was thriving! That’s when I realized two things:

  1. Severus was judging me silently for my dramatics.
  2. Maybe, just maybe, caring for plants wasn’t the chore I’d made it out to be.

Turns out, giving Severus his occasional drink was oddly satisfying. It felt good to nurture something and watch it flourish under my care (even if that care was minimal). And let’s be real, there’s something incredibly empowering about keeping something alive that isn’t glued to your Netflix queue.

More Than Just Pretty Green Roommates: The Unexpected Benefits of Houseplants

As my confidence grew, so did my plant family. Soon, Severus was joined by a sassy ZZ plant named Zelda, a dramatic peace lily called Percy, and a host of other leafy companions. And with each new addition came a surprising discovery:

1. Plants Are the Chillest Roommates Ever

Unlike my previous roommate who insisted on blasting 80s hair metal at 3 a.m., plants are remarkably low-maintenance. They don’t steal your food, hog the bathroom, or complain about your questionable taste in reality TV. They just sit there, looking effortlessly chic, and silently photosynthesize while you binge-watch your latest guilty pleasure.

2. Plants Can Boost Your Mood and Creativity

There’s something incredibly therapeutic about tending to your plants. The simple act of watering, pruning, and even just observing them can melt away stress and bring a sense of calm. Plus, studies have shown that being around plants can actually boost your mood, creativity, and even your productivity.