my dad around 2pm came to my room to ask if i wanted help cleaning my room. i don’t feel comfortable sharing a pic but needless to say, for the entirety of quarantine, i’ve had 3 suitcases, a duffle bag, and basically no floor space, along with a closet stuffed with garbage.

(needless to say, adhd + the depressive episode that is quarantine gave me 0 motivation to unpack or clean in any capacity. it was just an overwhelming elephant in the room, almost literally, as id jump in and out of bed every day without addressing it)

for two or three hours, we listened to favorite albums and he helped me as i marie kondo-ed my closet, my drawers, unpacked all my stuff, sorted it all into laundry, and made a bag of what i’d be donating/selling/throwing out.

he didnt do much aside from little tasks as needed (getting the vacuum for the floor, taking my empty suitcases to the basement, changing the music when the album was ending) but having someone even just physically present to support and encourage me meant the world.

all to say, if you are living with a loved one right now, especially given how quarantine is exacerbating mental health issues, even just a small act of support can ameliorate their outlook on things and can lead to a snowball effect of positive outcomes.