Confessions of a Recovering Plant Killer (and Why You Should Totally Join My Green Cult)



From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent

Let’s be honest, I used to be a plant serial killer. I’m talking graveyards of succulents, RIP orchids, and don’t even get me started on the fern fiasco of 2021. My thumbs were anything but green. But then, something magical happened. Call it a quarantine hobby gone right or a desperate attempt to bring some life into my apartment (both are accurate), I decided to give plants another shot.

Plants: The Unexpected Stress Reliever

Turns out, caring for something other than my caffeine addiction did wonders for my stress levels. There’s something incredibly therapeutic about digging in the dirt, giving your leafy companions a shower, and watching new growth unfurl. It’s like meditation, but with more chlorophyll. Who knew that forgetting to water my peace lily for a week (oops!) would actually teach me patience and the importance of observation? Now, my plant care routine is my therapy, and my therapist doesn’t even judge my watering schedule.

2. Transform Your Home: From Sad Studio to Urban Jungle Oasis

Remember that sad, empty corner in my apartment that used to scream “college dorm room”? Yeah, it’s officially gone green. Plants have this magical ability to transform any space from drab to fab. A trailing pothos here, a majestic monstera there, and suddenly, I’m living in my own personal jungle paradise. Plus, let’s be real, plant-filled shelves look way better on Instagram than another generic selfie.