Yeah. She kept saying "if I were actually your mother, I'd yell at you for this. And I am. You can't let yourself live like this." Then she toned it down, saying that I'm clearly extremely depressed and I need to never stop taking the anti depressant again.

She warned me in the car that she would probably be upset by it. I told her that I wanted to work on being more hygienic and since she's driving me home anyway, getting at my bedroom would be the first place to start. She agreed, was predictably horrified, helped me a little, set some goals for next week, and wants to come back and help more.