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At little more than 15years ago I kneeled over a garden bed next to my mother, helping tend to her plants. The smell of soil, grass and tomatoes filled my nose and the sun caused sweat to drip down the back of my neck. At the time I was 17years of age and my depression was undiagnosed. My highs were quite high, my lows alarmingly low. When those lows hit, I came to the garden to dig my hands in the dirt or walked the nature trail calmed by being surrounded by trees. I didn't