đȘŽ The Plant I Couldnât Let Die â and Neither Could I âš
- DARLING NIKKI
- Jun 19
- 3 min read

đȘŽ Thereâs a plant in my home that I almost gave up on. My beautiful Swiss cheese plant. I brought it home during what I thought was a promising chapter in my lifeâone filled with talk of love, marriage, and a shared future. He came with me to pick it out. We were seemingly building a lifetime story together. But as it turns out, he was just a future fakerâsomeone who talked a good game, but was really just using me as a soft place to land.
When that relationship blew up, I immediately clearing out anything that reminded me of him. I didnât even realize it at the time, but that plantâonce so preciousâstarted to suffer too. I kept it, but I couldnât bring myself to care for it. Looking at it stirred up too much anger, too much disappointment. Not sadness over himâbut fury over how much time and energy Iâd wasted on someone so unworthy. A man who disrupted my home, my peace, my financesâand left me in the chaos that he contributed to without a second thought.
Still, I couldnât throw the plant away. Because beneath the emotional debris of that breakup, this plant symbolized something else. It was a small, living representation of the love I had to give when I couldnât bring home the baby I lost with him. It became something I could nurture, a place to pour the care I still had in me, even when I was grieving and heartbroken. It had nothing to do with him. It was about meâabout reclaiming life, even in the midst of loss.
For over a year, I barely touched that plant. Yet somehow, it survived. It turned toward the light, hung on with the little water and sun it could catch, and didnât give up. Neither did I. I went into survival mode. I rebuilt my credit. I got a new car. I kept my job as a flight attendant. I launched a new service and product in my business. I protected my children. I kept going. I didnât just surviveâI thrived.
Then one day recently, something shifted. I looked around my home and my yard and thought, âItâs time to do a clean out. Itâs time to host a barbecue. Itâs time to plant again.â I looked at that plant, and for the first time in ages, I really saw it. Despite everything, it was still aliveâand not just surviving, but growing. New roots. New leaves. New life.

I got to work. I trimmed the damaged leaves, treated the roots, propped up the branches that were too weak to stand. I did for the plant what I had to do for myself: support, nourish, heal, restore. And just like me, itâs coming back stronger.
This wasnât just about a plant. It was a mirror. A reflection of my recovery. My resilience. My resurrection.
And if it could come back after being forgotten and neglected, so could I.
I am no longer the woman who compromised for someone to stay.
I am no longer holding space for what couldnât hold me.
I am light. I am fertile soil. I am the storm and the sunlight that follows it.
So if youâve been hanging on by a thread, barely keeping your roots in the dirt â I want you to hear me:
This is your sign.
Water yourself.
Trim what no longer serves you.
Turn your face back to the light.
Youâre not too far gone.
Youâre not too broken.
Youâre just not done yet.

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Ok, but more of these posts please! I love to see metaphors or analogies that touch on women empowerment and personal development! I know your journey with your plant is real, but your self-awareness in understanding how this is like your personal growth is đ