28 Before & After Bedroom Photos Of People Who Suffer From Depression

I suffer from severe depression and have a really hard time with cleaning and doing other kinds of household work. My room have been this messy for several months because I can't push myself to take care of it. But this friday I decided to finally do it!

Three days later you can finally see that I have a floor! Say hi to my teddy Nalle on the bed!

I know it's not a big victory, but for me it means the world to just be able to have my door open if people come over.

I feel so at peace right now, just wanted to share with all of you.

There was a dead mouse (my cat's trophy) and roaches. I didn't know because my room was so stuffy I aired it out every day, sometimes twice a day.

Background:

I got hit with depression around the age of 7 and started trying to commit suicide at 8. I was severely bullied until I dislocated some guy's shoulder when I was 11-ish. I passed tests and age 11 I had the "mental capacity" of a 16 year old. So I skipped a year. Although I was fine for a year, I then moved to a bigger place (I used to be at a school with 120 kids and moved to a place with 450 kids). I was bullied an awful lot. I had skipped a year and oh boy this private, conservative, highly religious place was so not my cup of tea. I developped massive social anxiety (at age 13, seriously. I wish I were a tumblr special snowflake making sh*t up rn). I had panic attacks daily, often passed out, threw up, had insomnias and etc.

Fast forward over a year and a half, school was back in and I missed more than half the month of school. I didn't go at all in October.

In November I was interned at a psychiatric facility.

They were awful.

There was no heating, it was always around 10 degrees (celsius), the food was revolting, and most of all, the nurses were bordeline abusive.

They blamed my mother for not being harsh enough and isolated me from her and my LDR girlfriend who was my only support. If things didn't go their way, they yelled, insulted, sometimes grabbed and shoved you around and would talk in your back 24/7. I got out a month later, hit with sometimes hallucinations, dissociating frequently, having a massive phobia of school in general and being paranoid. I also developped an eating disorder and varied in between starving myself and binging (like, 7000 calories binges).

Anyhow, fastforward several years of doing nothing, sleeping between 7am and 4pm to avoid as much living as possible, watching films and basically doing f**k all but binge, sleep and computer. I attempted suicide again in April. I basically shoved down more than 8000mg of paracetamol. I got hospitalized and I somehow barely got affected and drank a quarter of my dose of charcoal (they kept me awake until I drank some but gave up eventually). I stay 3 months in hospital.

About 6 months after the hospital, I discover have a 97% chance of being autistic, that I'm a "gifted child" with hypersensibility. (I couldn't afford the next tests because they cost hundreds so I'm leaving it at 97% chance) I've beaten what the psych facility did to me except for the fact I restricted myself to approx 1500cal/day and due to being shut in my room for so long I have migraines when I'm exposed to sunlight and get rash. Sucks.

Things didn't move much for a while after that but this September I went back to school. I picked up my studies although I'd dropped out after the psych facility. I'm currently studying and fighting both ED and depression and tbh I think I'm winning.

I was diagnosed with severe depression when I was about 12. I’m going on 19 this year. I’ve always had a big struggle with keeping my room presentable and, looking back at these pictures, I am genuinely disgusted with how I used to live.

I decided two weeks ago that I wouldn’t live like this anymore. I’ve been cleaning ever since, putting in at least five hours a day. And now I’m happy to say, my room is almost done.

I donated 80% of my things including clothing, old books, old toys, etc. As of right now, I’m still working. My room is completely empty. Even the furniture is gone. My plan is to repaint and get a futon instead of my decade and a half old mattress. It felt impossible when I started, but the only thing stopping me was me. I am proud of the work I have put in and I just thought I would share in case anyone else is going through the same thing. It is doable.

The top photo is what happens when your days bleed into each other and you keep putting things off because of lethargy and sadness. And the bottom is what happens when you decide to engage in depression treatment.

Still got a bit more to go, but damn I am so proud of this progress!

Let me also say, I didn’t do this in a marathon cleaning kind of way. It took me a week. I made it a goal to take out one bag of trash and pick up at least 10 things a day. Sometimes I would do more than 10 and sometimes the trash bag would be bigger than others, but by not overwhelming myself, I got this done.

Hi,

I just wanted to share my before and after of my living room & kitchen.. mostly because I'm proud but also because when I was trying to start this, I couldn't find much on the internet & that made me feel worse.

This is a build up of being depressed for months, if not years, just scraping by. So please, no judgement. Eventually it got to the point there was just no more space to do anything, couldn't cook or have a space to relax and it made my depression worse.. I took a week off work & this is what I managed. There's still the bedroom, but I'm waiting on my new bed & drawers being delivered. Then next is the second bedroom which is piled high with just junk and rubbish, it's overwhelming, so taking a few days to recoup then I'll start there.

Not pictured: the countless loads of laundry done and put away, the six full trash bags, or the four bags of things that went to donation.

I’ve spent the past two years in a fugue state, incredibly depressed and tired after a traumatic event in 2017, on top of buildup from high school trauma. Besides all that, I’ve never been a clean person - in case you couldn’t have guessed. I have a whole laundry list of mental and physical problems (I’ll spare you) that make it excedingly difficult to effectively organize and even move sometimes.

But… Something changed last night. I feel like a light switch clicked on in my brain that hasn’t been on in 5+ years. I am so, so proud of myself. My girlfriend and I have transformed this apartment in twelve hours and I am so excited to see what it will become in the next few days. We’ve had to clean up our depression messes before but this time I actually want to change for good, and am confident that I can.

I'm posting this because… Well, I know there are others in as sh*tty a place as me. And I know no one wants to show what it can look like. But no matter how deep your trash pit is, you can dig yourself out of it. Recovery is possible. Respecting yourself by respecting your living space is possible. I wish you all luck.