I find that doing the dishes gives me time to think and reflect out loud over the dinn of the dishes themselves, and usually my partner comes home to find me ranting at glassware about one thing or another.
I'm trying to work out whether doing manual repetitive tasks is a way of detoxing my brain (by venting my woes), or whether I'm enforcing some bad behaviours here.
Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't clean for my mental health... that'd be a convenient excuse