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My name is Felisa Walton. I go by Lisa or Simply Lee (Lisa Simply Lee get it :) I am a registered nurse, model and writer from Jacksonville, Florida. Most of my life has been spent helping people. I aspire to open a shelter to help young women with the ups and downs of life. I sincerely feel that if I can just touch one somebody then my work will not be in vain.Through my own personal experiences, I want to touch young women throughout the world with my work.An excerpt from “The Morning After” by Felisa Walton:Dana rolled from underneath the thin sheet and blanket that covered her long, lean, bronzed-colored body. Still in a daze, she looked around trying to remember where she was and better yet; why was she in this place. The tiny room had one simple brown dresser. She could tell it had been around for a while because the paint was chipped in many places and the color had started fading to the dull metal underneath. Across the room, a plain brown blanket on another small already made bed didn’t spruce up her feelings at all. A dim light came from what appeared to be a bathroom.From her tiny bed, Dana heard her name being called from the halfway opened door. In a short time, a well-built white man dressed in a maroon shirt and white pants came through the tiny doorway with orders “hey, it’s time for you to see the doctor.” She had to hurry. She pulled her thin frame from underneath the disarray sheets that covered her. Dana paused for a moment to think. Her appearance had always been a priority to her. She reflected on how people would always tell her how pretty her hair was right after it was freshly done; but, in the past few months, she had been in a serious depressive state. Dana had confined herself to the guest bedroom. She hadn’t been eating and when she did, she had to force food down. Her delusional thoughts had her feeling she wasn’t worth nothing to anyone; most importantly to herself.Her memory only flashed patches of the events that lead up to that day. This was not the first time that she had blacked out and couldn’t remember traumatic events. But this time, she remembered the razor. Tears began welling up in her eyes. She knew what she was about to discover about her body wasn’t going to be anything nice. Dana glanced down at her wrists to see the zigzag scars that had nearly healed. The tears rolled out of control down her cheeks like a running faucet. She held the small pillow to her face to try to wipe off the flow of her tears.Her name echoed again from the unfamiliar voice. She dragged her wobbly body through the half opened door of the bathroom; as she looked at herself in the discolored mirror, her face barely visible; she was hardly able to make out her hair that was in an uncontrollable state. A simple black comb laid on the toilet bowl as she grabbed it in attempts to try to control her hair, while combing her hair she experienced pain that came from area on her arms and legs. She kept telling herself she had to hurry, dismissing the horrible thoughts that she started to replay in her mind.Did you try to hurt yourself? A voice came from the foreign speaking elderly man; with a bad accent, that sat across the square shaped desk from her. In her low pitched voice, Dana replied No? But she continued telling him that sleeping and eating had been hard for her lately. She also proceeds to tell him that she had lost her job recently. There had also been the drinking and drug use that had become very familiar to her since losing her job; she had adopted as a way to try to keep her mind sane. She knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. Since she had not liked there fact of drinking alcohol. Dana’s mother had drunk a lot; her mothers drinking had caused a lot arguing, and fighting; her relationship with her mother hadn’t been a great one. She vowed to never drink alcohol but she hadn’t been thinking straight for some time now. Dana found it very hard to answers the psychiatric questions because of his accent. She had to keep asking him to repeat the question. She made out, that he was going to start her on some medications that would help her sleep and something to help her with the anxiety that had been plaguing her for the last months. She was instantly dismissed after those words. She thought the whole visit must have lasted 10minutes at the most. This wasn’t what Dana needed now: along with all the turmoil that had been going on in her life; she didn’t need to be in this horrible place.On her way back to her room, she noticed the other patients sitting alone into space, she saw this young girl that looked not old enough to be in a place like this; screaming out of control in a baby voice, the staff was readily available to give her a quick intramuscular shot in her butt that would work within minutes of injection. Dana knew of this medication because she had a medical background and was very familiar with drugs and their usage.Not amazed, Dana made it back her room. She was a fairly smart black women; How in the hell did things get so bad for into heart; she couldn’t put a finger on the reason why her life was falling apart.READ MORE OF MY WRITINGS AT: http://www.palibra.com/ssp/author-profile?author=959

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