The state of my mental health and the state of my house seems to be a pretty good reflection of each other. When my anxiety is really bad, my house gets meticulously clean and I end up doing some pretty extreme and often over-the-top decluttering. I have to be really careful because it really toes the line between cleaning to take my mind off things and obsessive behavior.
When I’m dealing with depression, my house is a wreck, which just makes me more depressed, and further kills any motivation I have to deal with it.
When both are bad, I end up with a wrecked house, but random hidden spots throughout the house are meticulously clean, like sock drawers arranged by style and color and a nice, tidy junk drawer all organized, with everything inside thoroughly cleaned. That time would obviously be better spent tackling laundry mountain or sweeping and mopping floors, but the depression mess slowly builds up and then it gets overwhelming so I think “I’ll just do something small to get started”. Then there’s no rhyme or reason to what I’m actually cleaning.
When my mental health is pretty decent, my house is what I consider close-family/close-friend ready. I wouldn’t feel horrified by the state of my house if they dropped by unannounced, but I might sweep the floors, grab the random dirty laundry and toss it in a basket/in the washer, and wipe down counters.