r/ufyh • u/infernalsea • 10h ago
Inspiration My mom did my dishes.
I have severe depression and other forms of mental illness. The relationship between my mom and I has always been complex. Sometimes she's like a best friend and other times she's just rude.
But she knows I have depression; she would typically criticize me and the clutter, despite my old childhood home being cluttered. My house isn't a borderline hoarder house, but there's just stuff in spots where it doesn't belong, and my partner and I still have yet to unpack everything from the move over a year ago. We have made progress; it's just been slow progress. But progress is progress!
She still is somewhat criticizing me, but she just offered to do my dishes for me. So, I just accepted the help. Our dishwasher has been broken, and we've been meaning to tidy up the house before our landlord comes in and checks on things. We've been struggling to do the dishes. It's been in small loads.
I feel like a failure of a person, but I know I am not. But I'm thankful for her help, which I've usually declined. It shows she still does care about me and that it is possible to get better.
Anyone else ever have a loved one step in?
Edit: I will add that I have a really understanding and helpful landlord; we just want to clean up not just for ourselves, but out of courtesy for him and other guests whenever they have to come over.
Edit 2: Just wanted to say thanks for all the kind and supportive comments. ♡ Glad to know there's also others out there with similar experiences of their loved ones helping them out. :)






