Things I’m Not Sposta Say

Growing up an only child, it came natural to me, the feeling of loneliness. In 1992, my mother relocated us to Queens, New York. We lived in a house of many family members so although I was hardly ever alone physically, those feelings never ceased to leave. I had a rich imagination and an affinity for books so solitary play and reading became my escape.

Then I got older. Compaq was introduced to our household. AOL (America Online) mailed the household CD’s that offered 4,000 free hours for one month! Dial-up tied up phone lines and caused many feuds between the teenagers, adults and children in the house. I remember the evolution of Internet in my life. It went from playing online games on Nickelodeon, chatting on AOL Instant Messenger to looking for chat rooms, and making a virtual “diary” webpage. I had something I wanted to tell the world, and I would do it…given that someone would listen. Looking back at my prepubescent years and teenage years, I cried out a lot. Not with my voice but in the only way I knew how to express myself. I wrote.

Writing was an escape. It kept me from feeling lonely. I talked about my reality. I released anger. I had some hateful prose during my teenage years. Life was unfair. I hated my mother. Nothing I did was ever enough for her. If I got an A, she asked why not an A+.

Then I got a bit older. I made a promise to myself at one point that I wouldn’t write anything else unless it was positive. By then, depression had already invited itself into my life but I didn’t have a name for it. It’s not things we sposta say.

When I applied the thought of depression to my life I could always identify my symptoms but my circumstances never seemed to warrant the heaviness and depth of depression. To say I was depressed meant I wasn’t grateful for my blessings. That I was putting myself in a class with people with real life issues. The guilt trip made me feel like it was something I could never say out loud.

Although I’ve only recently come to terms with “claiming” this disease (because if you don’t claim it, you don’t got it, right?) I still think about my circumstances and can’t help but think I’m ungrateful. Depression is so sneaky. It’s a mental battle yielding physical ramifications and it always ends up having you blame yourself for how you feel. I no longer believe it’s something that can be prayed away. I’ve been living with it long enough to say that it doesn’t go away. I have high days, I have low days. One just learns how to cope. And hopefully, applies those coping mechanisms efficiently enough so as not to cause too much ruckus. The ripple effect hopefully is small, and life continues.

And life will…

Things I’m Not Sposta Say

Voicemails I Don’t Delete

Hey missy, it’s your momma. Calling to check on you. Call me whenever you get a chance okay? have a good day. Love you.  

Tracey no tengo internet en la casa por eso no ha oido de mi y me fui y se me olvido pagarle su celular. Ojala que no se lo hayan cortado. Estoy llamando de la casa de abuelita. I’m leaving tonight to go back to San Jose. During the week I’m gonna see how I can make the payment for you and emm…I’ll try calling you somewhere during the week, ok? Bueno mamacita cuidese…bye.

Uhh..Tracey dame una llamada cuando tenga chance por favor. Ok. Thanks. Bye bye.

Yo maing, why is your phone off? I’m gonna be at Chris’, it’s like almost 6:30 but I’m on my way to Chris’ cuz we’re going to have dinner at his mom’s house so…i… probably won’t be able to talk later. I don’t want to be rude and all in the phone, all up on the phone. Anyway, let me know what’s going on.

Tracey! It’s Anna. I’m sorry I missed your call earlier I wasn’t paying attention. Um. Yea. Call and bother me. That sounds good. Yayyyy we’re almost done. I can’t wait. One more day. Alright. Bye.

Ey Tray-cey. Uh, It’s your neighbor Brian. Um, yea so about the security deposit (laughs). I. Don’t. Know. I mean, I know I gave him one, like, years ago when I first moved in and I mean he should give it back to you. If you’re asking for it back and there’s no damages and all that stuff, which I’m sure there’s not. However I think I owe him a couple hundred bucks in general so I’m not, I’m hoping he’s not asking me for the rest of the rent and I’m not asking him for the rest of the security deposit back, if that makes sense. Yea so if you gave him one, he owes it to you when you move out. Alright? Talk to you later.

Hey mama it’s me. I’m just calling you to let you know that we leaving now. Okay? Um, I love you, and I gonna try to give you a call later on if I can. If I not, you know I love you and I will talk to you when I get a chance, okay? Love you, talk to you later. Bye.

Hey Tracey, its Kristie…hiiiiiiiiigh. Um, give me a call when you get this message I sent you an e-mail and a couple of texts regarding Juan Jose. He danced with you at the wedding and he was really taken by you I’m trying to be neutral but um, right.. you’re not on Facebook so he can’t really contact you on his own. And I have your number but I don’t want to really give it to him without your consent. So call me, text me, and e-mail me let me know if it’s okay. Okay babe, take care. And. Congratulations on your grad school acceptance. That’s an awesome university. Can’t wait to talk to you more about that. Bye!

Hi Tracey Good Morning. When you called me the other day I was doing some catering at Tarrytown. I guess I’m just trying to return your call, and give me a call so we chat later on, alright? Have a blessed day. Thank you.

Tracitaaaa! I just saw you called. I’m getting my nails done so I didn’t have my phone handy but call me back okay I said hiii Tracey! Alright call me, I just got here. Alright.

Hi. Um (clears throat) just calling to say hello. Um haven’t spoken to you in a while. Calling to see how you’re doing. Hope all is well. Okay. Bye.

Voicemails I Don’t Delete