First time I drove across the county and saw the state of his house and decided to still sleep there (in my defense the bed was clean). Then not only that, spent the next day while he was at work absolutely annihilating that bedroom. 10 trash bags, 5 loads of laundry, everything scrubbed down top to bottom and then a second time with disinfectant.
Then, coming back multiple times to help him tackle the rest of the house. Mental health is no joke, things spiral fast and before you know it, one depression day is a few years and you have no idea how to climb out of it and you're far too embarrassed to ask for help.
I'm happy to say, it's been about a year of a weekend here and there and what he's been doing on his own and we've gone from, can't walk anywhere to, this is nice. We can just exist and relax and live. There's some deep cleaning here and there left but the trash is gone and the place is no longer a bio hazard.
It might sound like I've done a lot for him but, he's done so much for me as well. I have no regrets.