Weeds. The mere mention of the word conjures images of unruly, stubborn plants pushing through cracks in pavement, choking the life out of carefully cultivated flowerbeds, and turning once-pristine gardens into wild, tangled messes. If you’ve ever spent a Saturday afternoon with gloved hands buried in dirt, tugging at tenacious roots, you know the battle is real. But what if the weeds in our garden aren’t just botanical invaders? What if they’re metaphors for the internal clutter we carry — old habits, ingrained beliefs, tired narratives, and behaviours that no…
