Uhmm... Well. My boyfriend has been staying for the past two weeks. He went home on Friday. We're long-distance, so the loss is sort of scraping at my brain at the moment. For the first week, we were house-sitting for a neighbour of mine, so we had to pretty well slot into that house's extant routine so we could keep their dogs and cat and rabbits happy. And, after we both adjusted to having to get up muuuch earlier than we usually did, and I got over the bit in the middle of the week where new things and less sleep had piled up a little and were running me down, it seemed the routine actually worked really well for both of us. He has almost-certain but undiagnosed ADHD, so keeping a routine is very hard for him, but once I have a routine I'm pretty insistent about keeping to it so Things Get Done Right so I was keeping him on track and being kept on track myself because the routine was already established so I didn't have to build it from the ground up. And we were getting exercise because we had to walk the dogs, and we were taking responsibility to cook for ourselves, and he was reminding me to drink regularly because I always forget to because I don't always notice I'm thirsty, and we were washing up when the dishes piled up and feeding all the animals and we still had lots of time to get into Minecraft and cuddle and talk. And even when we left the neighbour's house and went back to just chill at mine, enough of the routine stuck with us that we were going to bed at a sensible time and waking up pretty early and not being that tired when we did, and he still reminded me to drink and bullied me into peeing and stuff and I prodded him to get out of bed when he would have got distracted and forgotten to, and it just... things worked a lot better. Not perfect, because we both have brainweasels out the ass, but... even when I got unstable, it didn't matter so much, because he understood and wouldn't freak out. And now he's gone. And I'm going to fall into the routine I had before he came, where I go to my volunteering on tuesday, thursday and saturday afternoons and most of wednesday, and with the addition of going to CBT and vocational support meetings on Monday afternoons (probably, they're too new to have fallen into a pattern yet), and spend the rest of the time either completely energyless on the internet or restless and frustrated on the internet, and I hate it, and now I've had a taste of a routine that works better I don't want to go back to it, but I can't break it while I'm still living with my parents, and I want it to be with my boyfriend, not alone, because I don't know if I can do it alone. I miss him so much To get back to the point of this being an advice forum, I guess- does anyone have any advice? Going to volunteering was supposed to give me something to do and it does but it's not- it just sort of sits there and sometimes I sort of dread it. I'm dreading starting up the routine tomorrow, especially because it contains new stuff- the CBT and vocational meetings. The vocational ones are supposed to help me get a job in a way friendly to mental health shit, by the way, though they may also lead to me going to an art class thingy.