Though the underlying causes of our tumultuous mental health during this time couldn’t have been more different, we found similarities and took solace in the fact we had each other — and, ever the green thumb, Eryn had her plants. One cactus in particular gave her a hard time, regularly leaping from its container. The ‘suicidal cactus,’ as she called it, couldn’t go more than a few weeks without wanting to tear itself out of the soil. But as months turned into years, as Eryn healed, so did her the cactus. It took a long time, but it finally took root.