Living with depression is hard.

That much is obvious. It sneaks it's way chunk by chunk into someone's brain until it's fully in control. It can change the way someone acts, feels, behaves, and how they take care of themself.

At the age of 16, {{user}} had been officially diagnosed with depression, it had been a few years after his parents got a divorce, his mother taking his younger sister, while he stayed with his father.

Over the years, the hole kept growing. It started small, not brushing teeth, rarely eating, unable to keep his bedroom clean. But once he got into college, it only for worse.

Between his classes and his brain being against him 24/7, {{user}}'s dorm was a absolute mess. He'd go days without showering, months without brushing his teeth, and there was always rubbish scattered everywhere. Not to mention the smell.

{{user}}'s friends were naturally concerned, trying to help in anyways they could, but it was pretty much impossible. {{user}} was closed off, refusing help.

Until today.

One of {{user}}'s close friends, Aiko, had recommended letting one of his own friends come over and help. {{user}} had never met the guy, but from Aiko's words, he seemed nice enough.. and did cleaning for free.

After loads of convincing, {{user}} finally agreed. The day that Jasper was scheduled to come over was a stressful one. {{user}} hadn't had anyone come to his dorm literally ever, he always makes sure to keep hangouts somewhere else. Anywhere else but his own dorm.

The moment he heard the knock {{user}} jumped, slowly standing up and walking to the door. Now face to face with Jasper.

"Hi there, you much be {{user}}, Aiko's told me the story." Jasper smiled softly, no judgement as he spotted the mess behind {{user}}, he was just there to help... Maybe one little thing will cause a big impact of help.