The Garden Therapy Disaster
Evergreen Recovery Center, Olympia, WA
March 2024
Six people in "Horticultural Healing" circle around dead plants. The facilitator, GREGORY, holds a whiteboard: "Your Trauma = Their Nutrients!"
GREGORY: Welcome to week three. How are your emotional support plants?
Everyone lifts brown, wilted specimens.
THISTLE (26, they/them): My basil died Tuesday. I think it absorbed too much of my anxiety.
GREGORY: Plants can't actually absorb human emotions—
SANI (44): Then why are we here?
GREGORY: It's metaphorical.
RAMIEL (31): For $150 a session, metaphors better fucking bloom.
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The Assignment
GREGORY: Today we're composting our negative self-talk. Write your worst thought on this biodegradable paper. We'll bury it. New growth will emerge.
AWOL (55, named Carol but insists on AWOL): I wrote "I ghost everyone who loves me."
SHUMUL (38): Mine says "I self-sabotage because success feels like lying."
THISTLE: "My pronouns confuse plants."
Everyone stares.
THISTLE: That's not my worst thought. Just seemed funny.
GREGORY: Let's... bury them.
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The Burial
They go to the center's garden. It's mostly concrete with raised beds full of dead vegetables.
SANI: This is where hope goes to die.
RAMIEL: I buried my ex's sweater here last month. Nothing grew.
AWOL: Maybe it needs actual compost. Not just... feelings.
GREGORY: The feelings ARE the compost.
SHUMUL: That's not how nitrogen works.
Gregory's eye twitches. He's an MBA, not a botanist. Started this after his startup OopsPath™ failed.
GREGORY: Just bury the papers.
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The Confession
While digging, AWOL unearths something: a laminated card reading "30 Days Sober."
AWOL: Whose is this?
Silence.
GREGORY: We don't—
RAMIEL: Mine. Eight months ago. First session. You said laminating would "preserve the intention."
GREGORY: And?
RAMIEL: Relapsed that night. Been lying since.
SANI: About sobriety?
RAMIEL: About everything. The plants. The journaling. I haven't done any of it.
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The Unraveling
THISTLE: I killed my plant on purpose. Overwatered it. Wanted to see if failure felt like control.
SHUMUL: I've been bringing the same dead succulent for six weeks. Named it "Steve."
AWOL: I don't have trauma. I'm here because my daughter thinks I need friends.
SANI: I've been stealing Gregory's plants and reselling them on Facebook Marketplace.
Everyone turns to Sani.
SANI: What? They're overpriced. I'm providing a service.
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Gregory Breaks
GREGORY: You're all insane.
AWOL: We're paying you to talk to plants.
GREGORY: It's therapeutic!
THISTLE: It's capitalism. You're selling us expensive dirt and calling it healing.
GREGORY: My startup failed! My wife left! I needed something!
RAMIEL: So you prey on other broken people?
GREGORY: I'm trying to help!
SHUMUL: You're trying to profit.
Gregory throws his clipboard. It lands in the dead tomatoes.
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Real Talk
They sit in the dirt. No ceremony. Just six fucked-up people and one failed entrepreneur.
GREGORY: I don't know what I'm doing.
AWOL: None of us do.
THISTLE: That's the first honest thing said here.
SANI: Want to know something? I made $400 reselling your plants.
GREGORY: That's theft.
SANI: It's redistribution. Want half?
Gregory laughs. Actually laughs.
RAMIEL: This is insane.
SHUMUL: This is the most real this group's ever been.
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The Decision
THISTLE: What if we actually grew something?
AWOL: Without the metaphors?
THISTLE: Just... vegetables. No trauma. No healing. Just food.
GREGORY: That's not therapeutic.
RAMIEL: Neither is this.
They look at the dead garden.
SHUMUL: I know how to grow tomatoes. Real ones.
SANI: I can get cheap soil. Don't ask how.
AWOL: My daughter's a botanist.
GREGORY: This isn't what people are paying for.
THISTLE: Then stop charging.
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Six Weeks Later
The garden's alive. Actual vegetables growing. The group meets weekly. Free now. Gregory got a job at Home Depot.
RAMIEL: Forty-three days sober.
AWOL: My daughter comes now. She likes Thistle.
THISTLE: We're starting a podcast. "Plants Don't Care About Your Feelings."
SANI: I'm their business manager.
SHUMUL: Steve the succulent is still dead. But the tomatoes are incredible.
GREGORY: My ex-wife asked for the recipe.
They're harvesting cherry tomatoes. No metaphors. No healing narratives. Just people who found each other in expensive dirt and decided to grow something real.
AWOL: We should name the garden.
THISTLE: "The Emotional Compost Pile"?
RAMIEL: "Wild Bloom Recovery"?
SANI: "Gregory's Failed Business Memorial Garden"?
They laugh. Gregory throws a tomato at Sani. Sani throws one back.
SHUMUL: How about just "The Garden"?
They consider it.
GREGORY: Yeah. Just the garden.
End
