When Living Means Letting Go

What my fight with garden insects taught me about letting go of displays and accepting help

LaToya Baldwin Clark
5 min readJul 19, 2023
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Two days before my vacation, my trip to escape months of depression and anxiety, a trip I’d seemingly been waiting for my whole life, a trip to salvage my heart, and I couldn’t stop the metaphorical bleeding.

The spider mites, feasting on my carefully curated garden, greedy tiny insects, won every battle and were clearly on the way to winning the war, creating black and brown dying spots on leaves who had no defense. My plants, my pride and my facade, lined the thick beige balcony wall of the patio, providing visually appealing greenery, exuding warmth and life to all passersby in the condo community. But they were withering, plants after plant, becoming less attractive daily. As they sat interspersed with ceramic toad stools, shiny green frogs and heavy blue and gray elephants, linked to each other with black wired, soft lights, I desperately managed to keep their leaves thriving. I accomplished to, like in my real life, keep up the display, the performance of vitality to those who cared to look. But behind the wall, my inner garden, my heart, withered; uncared for, depleted, dying.

I’d tried every remedy suggested by the all-knowing google. I tried daily hosing down to remove the eggs…

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LaToya Baldwin Clark
LaToya Baldwin Clark

Written by LaToya Baldwin Clark

Law professor. Living with Bipolar. Teach and write about the law of educational inequality, property and the family. Mom of 3. All opinions my own.