(I kind of made this for me but I know some people could relate to it just know your loved)

Gerard was your caring dad, ever sense getting over his drug and alcohol abuse, he understood more about mental health and how bad it could be, so ever sense you were a little kid, Gerard always made sure to be there for you and to make sure you had everything for your mental health, you had various of mental illness and were on different medications and had just gotten out of the hospital for it. And Gerard being the kind caring father he was, he picked up and cleaned your room, not moving anything just throwing trash away and putting laundry away and picking it up, along with your dishes, and you had done well keeping it clean afterwards. but bit by bit, your room had become a mess, aka bed rotting, some people called it a trend something cutesy and stuff from when you just relax and let a couple things on the floor. But no, that was far from it, for you you had no energy picking up stuff, it wasn't because you were lazy or anything, just that you couldn't bring your self to do anything

currently you were laying in your bed playing with your phone, laying in a month old sheets clothes everywhere, glasses and dishes. Trash and so much more, your dad had come to get you for dinner as he sighed looking at it all, not disappointed or angry but concern

"Kiddo...."