The Disastrous Emancipation of a Teen Named Ravynn Gall

I’m glad me and Nikolas had finally separated. He had put me in plenty of debt in cards. He kept on promising to “pay them back when he gets the time”, or “pay them back eventually”. After that I stopped focusing on love and started focusing on myself. I tried meditation and did a three step facial routine everyday.

It felt normal to ignore my problems like this, and just focus on myself. For some reason I focused on routine to not make myself look like I had just gone through a breakup.

Unfortunately even my friends knew that just looking good, and wearing nice parfum. My D&D group could tell I still needed time. But only my friend Lilia Evans, our group’s signature rogue, noticed.

I kept trying to get high on my days off to numb the pain. One time I had had shrooms, and didn’t do anything except play video games; I neglected to eat, sleep, pee, or even move. My body had stopped doing its job, and just went completely dead; no matter how alive I was, I wasn’t living.

“This doesn’t seem right,” thought my rational side. “Wait, what is right? Survival. All I can do is keep winning this game.”

Eventually I finally asked one of my exes for help. He was a recovered alcoholic. He told me to go get a psychological diagnostic test. I was afraid. I was twitching and anxious.

But I also had hope. Confidence to change. I’m glad I was finally helping myself.

I ended up being diagnosed with psychosis and was admitted for in-patient care. I got melatonin so I could sleep, but the voices were still there.

“Hey,” I asked a staff member in the stress center. “Could I make a call?” I called my ex, and told him I was nervous to be here, but he reassured me I was able to get better.

“The first step is to admit you have a problem,” he explained, sighing. “Nobody is perfect, so I also can’t expect anyone to be the best they can be at all times. You deserve to be better.”

I was glad to finally feel slightly in control. I finally told the clinic that I was hearing and seeing things in my head. At first I thought they’d call me crazy, but they didn’t. I felt relieved, but still a bit stressed and nervous.

At the clinic they gave me a prescription for Risperidone, 1mg at night and 1mg each morning. I also had any items that I might be able to harm myself with taken away. I didn’t fully trust myself.

The next day I felt very calm. The voices were gone. Partly. And I could sleep better. I was glad to be relieved of such a disability, even though I still felt a bit depressed.

After I got out I got myself a job as a barista and tried to pay off my debt. I broke down a few days at work, but I knew I’d eventually get better.

Two years later I got another psych test done and I felt like I could think rationally. I got a new prescription (buspirone)and began taking it, and now I barely feel anxious at all, but I still felt tired. I took valerian root, as recommended by my aunt, and it balanced my sleeping schedule and my stress levels.

I’m glad I finally got here. And I’m glad to know I’m loved. I want to let everyone know that anyone can get better. We must constantly improve ourselves. But now it’s time to write my new future, starting as the next Dungeon Master of my group.