You're definitely not alone. When I lived alone, my house was meticulously clean and stayed that way. Never a thing out of place. When I lived alone, however, I was mostly always hypomanic, rarely depressed. By the time I got married, PTSD and MDD had taken over, and my husband is not a clean person by nature, having grown up with *everything* being cleaned for him. He'll just take things out and not put them back, and inexplicably leaves trash on the counter instead of putting it into the trash which is RIGHT THERE. Slowly but surely, the house would get messy, and I would clean it, and it would get messy again, and I would clean it again, but again it would get messy.

I finally got sick of cleaning something that would always just get ****ed up, so I gave up. Now I have the same dish problem you have. The worst part is, I'm not the one dirtying the dishes. The rest of the house looks like a tornado hit it. Even thinking about cleaning it makes me want to crawl into bed and pass out. I feel like it will never get done. We've made plan after plan to "spend the weekend" and clean it all up, but it never happens. I never want to, and my husband always lets me get away with my depressive "I don't want to" talk, so nothing ever happens. I wish he would just clean things on his own and help me out, or at least not make a worse mess. House chores are just the worst. I feel for you. Hang in there.