The garden of my mind is a verdant jungle, teeming with variety.

The ordinarily productive garden of my mind is overgrown with weeds. I used to count on a regular harvest of ideas and thoughts, but my crops have been overrun. Ideas I don't remember planting have sprung unwanted from the neglected crevices of my mind, and are competing with the useful theories.

Depression and loneliness have twined themselves among nearly every thought, giving a bitter taste to everything I once enjoyed.

Could I use meditation as a way to weed out the unwanted thoughts in my mind? Could mantras become a mental weed-whacker obliterating the negativity that chokes out the happier produce I desire?

Could I stretch this metaphor any further before it breaks? Or did I already take it far past the breaking point?