Psychedelics in general do that for me. No matter how challenging the journey is, there is always a period of wellbeing after it, either by virtue of them revealing some hitherto obscured perspective, or by virtue of just instilling me with a complex yet overwhelming sense of gratitude. And yet in my experience, if I don't put in the sober work on, for a lack of a better term, "sorting my shit out," I find that even psychedelics stop helping me directly feel antidepressant effects, and instead I'm being compelled to focus more intently and in a more disciplined manner on doing the work that needs to be done.
Fantasizing about having the dream garden is great and all, but unless you get your hands dirty it ain't gonna happen.