I remember when I was in college, I didn’t feel like I had time or energy to deal with cleaning, so my house was constantly messy. My mom was constantly on me about making sure my house was clean. I’d get depressed for long stretches of time, and she told me if I’d only clean my house, I’d feel better.
It made me incredibly mad. To me, my depression was caused by real problems not just a dirty house. I figured cleaning my house wouldn’t fix anything, so I left it dirty.
Now that I’m older and (ha!) wiser, I’ve been struggling with depression again, and my housework has suffered a bit. This past week I’ve been cleaning and decluttering furiously, and my house is back to being the paragon of cleanliness (ha! again!) I like it to be. I realized something. My mom was right.
When my house is cleaner, I feel better, cheerier. And while having a clean house won’t singlehandedly pull me out of a depression, it’s definitely a step in the right direction.