50 Times People Realized They Were Sharing Their Home With A ‘Monster’ (New Pics)

It doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all. The vast majority of depression sufferers don’t behave in this way to this extent. What I’m not comfortable with is people getting the impression that depression = all that mess. It does not.

I agree. Thanks for saying it

It can. It doesn't always but it can.

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Ty meg x blessed be lovely x

There are different types of depression. My depression doesn't make me keep GARBAGE in my living space.

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Red my comment to Meg dragon she’s right you are wrong !

So, because YOU can do it, everyone can do it? No one's depression is worse than yours? No one's depression has different effects on them? No one has different coping strategies? Yes you do amazingly for YOUR conditions with YOUR symptoms. But when you fail... do you like to be judged by people who ALSO have depression but fail less? This is incredibly judgemental.

I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you are doing better now. Everyone’s depression experience is different. There’s no picture of someone’s house - be it messy or clean - that demonstrates a complex mental health disorder. I hope you understand that is all I mean to say.

Help is available. You have to want to get better. Now his a**e is out of that house he might find incentive.

Cleaning didn't cure my depression. It was just another task that I needed to do to not hate myself even more.

I am a man with a penis and testicles and the whole shebang. I know, can you believe it a man who loves his kids. And yes now I have treatment, and I'm doing very well. But even before I was diagnosed I was cooking and cleaning and taking care of my kids, because I had to. Then I would lay awake at night and fantasize about killing myself. I don't do that anymore BTW.

That sounds horrifying!

One time my friend's Ex walked out of a Halfway house wing in a Psychiatric Hospital without his meds. The cops were called, because he was considered a danger to his self and others. We were all on standby, since no one knew if he was Psychotic or just chose to run instead. 3 days later he turned up at his Parent's house, beat the living s**t out of his little Sister that was home alone. He waited for their Parent's that worked the Overnight 3rd shift at the GM plant (which closed years ago) would be gone and his Sister would be home alone. He knew the code to the lockbox where his parents kept their gun, so he took it because, God" told him that his "wife" ( my friend was divorcing him) and kids were evil and needed to die. His Sister called the cops and their Parents, while she was waiting she called me, since my friend didn't have a car at the time, Ex had wrecked the one that they owned. Their oldest was 18 months and the twins 10 months, (they were 2 months premature)

As well as breech, so the twins had just come home from the hospital. The Ex had raped my friend, it was not consensual, so that's how she ended up pregnant again so close after her first. Anyways, I get a frantic call from his Sister at 2 am (way back when cell phones just came out, mine was a Nokia) telling me he was on his way to kill my friend and their kids. The Police had just got to his Parent's house, so there was no way in hell they would make it to my friend's apartment before he did. Its the middle of Summer and at the time slept in a half shirt and girls boxer shorts. I'm wearing that with flip flops have my phone, keys and wallet when I'm out the door. Back then I drove a Red 2 door 1992 Chevy Cavalier RS that had a tiny trunk. I'm still not sure how we crammed 3 car seats and baby bags in the backseat of the car, adrenaline is a wonderful thing. I took my friend and kids to her Uncle's house that lived outside of town, owned a gun and the Ex only met once.

Psycho did make it to her apartment and was gone before the Cops got there. It took a REALLY long week before they found him hiding out at a friend's house that was dumb enough to harbor him, knowing everything that had already happened, what he had done to his sister and tried to do to his wife and kids. Every one of us that were friends of his wife (3 incl. me) that he knew where we lived was on pins and needles until that Psycho was FINALLY caught. I borrowed my Brother's gun, back before I had my own since it was just Me and Mom living in our house. Ex was put in the Lockdown unit of the Psychiatric Hospital where he couldn't leave and had to take his meds. Their divorce took forever.Back then Oklahoma State law says that you Cannot pursue a Divorce or Civil Action if a person is in a Psychiatric Hospital and is considered as being Mentally Incompetent. That Douchebag would check into a hospital every time they had a court date for their divorce and custody hearings. Pulled that so many times that the Judge got pissed off. 3 years later my friend and the kids were FINALLY free from that a*****e.

Thankfully he died years ago so his reign of terror is completely.over with now. The reason I remember all of it in such detail is because I've kept journals since 1996 and wrote pretty much everything down. We were all encouraged to keep documentation by the Police and Lawyers, just in case we were ever called into court or had to make any additional statements in the future. I wanted to have all of this written down for me, that way I would never forget about what happened or the fallout that occurred, because of what went on that night and the weeks that followed afterwards. I still have copies of all of the statements that I made to the Police and Lawyers and what records they filed for the court. I've made packets for each boy, so now that the kids are grown up and if they come to me with any questions, I can at least try to answer with whatever I'm able to remember, have written down or all of the copies that I've made of everything. So each one of them can decide on their own whether they want to know about what their Father did or not. I've been their Auntie since the day they were born and they know that they can come to me for ANYTHING and I will ALWAYS be here for them.

Maria, Agree. I let someone live on my property in an RV for some time. They left my RV looking about like this. It was an old RV I bought for the purpose, but it was still a pain being left with a huge mess as my 'thank you' for giving them a place to stay. For that person it is a repeat pattern. But yes, my own house is cluttered. Just not with stinky trash. In addition to depression I have heart / health issues so a lot of activity and/or a lot of bending over are problems for me. So I work on it in bits here and there.