Before I begin, please, if you’re feeling suicidal or just need someone to talk to, you can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255 or text 741741 in the US. Here is a list of crisis lines by country. Or fucking send me a message, my sleep is garbage anyway.
I wanted to take a break from my usual and talk about Chris Cornell, and I’m writing this so that maybe I’ll stop thinking about him. I’m not writing this to debate or speculate if he intended to commit suicide or if his prescription medication altered his state of mind. The ultimate fact is that he is gone painfully too soon.
I would never say I was his biggest fan by far, but I enjoyed his work and loved how talented and versatile he was. His voice resonated with me from my youth to my current old bitterness. And his passing pains me more than I ever thought it would. I don’t know if it’s the shock and the suddenness. I’m being quite selfish here, because the tragedy of a stranger is making me talk about myself, but so be it. As a person that has fought with depression and suicide there are days where I feel like I’m barely hanging on. And I’m angry about that because my life is good right now. So good I want to freeze time. I want to seal this moment forever because I’m terrified of the future. I am under a doctor’s care, I take medication, I am not suicidal. Right now. That’s the terrifying part–once you’ve been there, you never really leave, at least not for me.
You remember these slides, right? This is how I feel like my life is. Maybe I started at the top like everyone else. In the sun, happy. But I found myself sliding down into the dark and I try to stop. You have to use both hands, both feet. And you get so fucking tired. So you try to climb back up to the top, where everyone else is, where the sunshine and air is. If you have people at the top, maybe they can lend a hand. Maybe medicine will make you strong and you can climb back up. But over time, you get so tired, and you feel things pulling at you, weighing you down.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get back up there. I’m not sliding down, but I feel like I’m very consciously holding on. And some days even with all the help you just get so damn tired and you know it would be so easy to let go and just slide down. It would be a relief. Even if the slide had no end or even a horrible end at least you wouldn’t be struggling so hard or hanging on to other people so heavily. That’s how I feel with depression. It feels like it’s always looming and it makes me a fraud. Because I can function and talk and make jokes and take care of my kids and my family and enjoy things and all the while I’m screaming inside because maybe it’s all fake and I’m lying to myself. Maybe I’ve learned how to put on a pretty good show.
To be clear, I feel firmly held right now, but I’m always aware and always afraid. Maybe it’s just how my life is and will have to be.
So when I hear about Chris Cornell, who by all accounts should be happy, like I should be happy…how could he slide down? How the hell can I hold on while someone who outwardly has everything cannot hold himself up or have the strength to hang on to someone else’s hand. What hope is there for me, when someone like him has lost all? I used to think that suicide was so selfish and it made me angry. It is selfish, but the weight that some people have, the demons that pull them down, are just too much. I feel robbed, as the whole world does, as his family and friends do. But I’m also selfishly afraid.
That’s really all. I just wanted to vent. Here are some videos.
“One” lyrics by Metallica, music by U2 Note: The lyrics have been slightly altered to fit with the music, so the lyrics below are not exact. You can hear “One” by Metallica here and “One” by U2 (original music video) here. Both amazing and haunting songs on their own. The video for Metallica’s video comes from the book and subsequent movie “Johnny Got His Gun” which is a whole other level of surreal.
I can’t remember anything
Can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me
Now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up, I cannot see
That there’s not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me
Back in the womb it’s much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can’t look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I’ll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me
Now the world is gone, I’m just one
Oh God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, help me
Darkness
Imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell
Landmine
Has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell
“One” lyrics by U2, for reference.
Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say…
One love
One life
When it’s one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don’t care for it
Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it’s…
Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We’re one, but we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One…
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it’s all I got
We’re one
But we’re not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can’t be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One…life
One