How Would I Know That This Could Be My Fate

Trigger warning: I talk about suicide in this. And to anyone reading this who knows me and thinks they should worry about me — I’m fine. Really. 

From the Euphoria Morning album artwork. 1999.

I was sad when I heard that David Bowie died. I felt blind-sided when Prince died. It just is sad when people who make music and art that reaches a lot of people die, because collectively we lose something that made existence better.

Thursday, when I heard that Chris Cornell died I felt my stomach drop, but when I found out that it was a suicide, something inside of me broke.

Obviously I didn’t know Cornell. I have no idea what he was like as a person. But I’ve loved his music since I was young. Superunknown and Down on the Upside are two of the most formidable albums for my emotional development, and I continued to follow Cornell’s career, even through Audioslave. I was listening to Euphoria Morning just last week (I still had it on cassette).

But this isn’t about his musical impact. It’s about what I got out of his words.

Whatsoever I’ve feared has come to life
Whatsoever I’ve fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded and now I’m doing time
‘Cause I fell on black days

— “Fell on Black Days” (1994)


Words you say never seem to live up to the ones inside your head
The lives we make never seem to ever get us anywhere but dead
The day I tried to live I wallowed in the blood and mud with all the other pigs
I woke the same as any other day you know I should have stayed in bed

— “The Day I Tried to Live” (1994)


Close your eyes and bow your head I need a little sympathy
Cause fear is strong and love’s for everyone who isn’t me
So kill your health and kill yourself and kill everything you love
And if you live you can fall to pieces and suffer with my ghost

Just a burden in my hand
Just an anchor on my heart
Just a tumor in my head
And I’m in the dark

— “Burden in my Hand” (1996)

I can’t guess what Chris Cornell felt, what it was like inside his mind, that’s presumptuous even for me, but I do know how I felt as I saw my reflection in his lyrics and in the haunting wail that was his distinctive voice. And I can’t chalk this up to the angsty styling of ’90s grunge any more than I can call mine teenage angst. Because his more recent work still got me.

Time ain’t nothing if it ain’t fast
Taking everything that you ever had
And giving nothing in return
But a cold bed in a quiet earth

— “Before We Disappear” (2015)


Every time I stare into the sun
Trying to find a reason to go on
All I ever get is burned and blind
Until the sky bleeds the pouring rain

— “Nearly Forgot My Broken Heart” (2015)

These are among the songs and lyrics that affected me the most. Because they aren’t about the sadness of heartbreak. They’re about the despair that comes from existing in a world that feels cold and alien. I know this feeling, I know this feeling intimately. It is, in fact, my primary feeling.

So when I hear that someone like Chris Cornell committed suicide,[1] it makes me stop and pause.

Because what was it? What was the threshold that was crossed? Why now? We’ll never get answers to these questions. Even if there was a note left behind, I’m not sure that really belongs to the public, and he already gifted us so many of his words.

I just selfishly want to know, because I know what living on that edge feels like. I know what my own thresholds are. I know when I need help and when I simply find my day-to-day life to be an annoyance that I tolerate.

Suicide is not something I routinely “struggle with.” I hate that language.[2] It isn’t necessarily suicidal to think about death. We associate suicide with depression, but as much as we like to pathologize, that just isn’t always the case either. For me, death is part of pondering existence. It’s mostly an intellectual question.[3] But it’s also always an option, sitting there up on a shelf in my mind. It’s only when I talk about it that I realize for most people it isn’t. For them it’s an inevitability, but not a choice. But it’s been there for as long as I’ve been listening to Chris Cornell’s music, and I suspect it was there for him that long, too.

There are plenty of other people like me and the people who find themselves in these lyrics — people who are burdened by the emptiness of existence, upset by the concept of time, bothered by humanity and the meaninglessness of life, alone. I rarely talk about these things with other people, because most people think it’s sad to live this way.

But it isn’t really, I swear. Until something like this happens.

And then I wonder.

I’m sorry Chris Cornell left us to wallow in the blood and mud without him. But it’s my favorite Soundgarden song that’s in my head now, and that’s what I will close this with.

I must obey the rules
I must be tame and cool
No staring at the clouds
I must stay on the ground
In clusters of the mice
The smoke is in our eyes
Like babies on display
Like angels in a cage
I must be pure and true
I must contain my views
There must be something else
There must be something good
Far away
Far away from here
And I’ll be here for good
For good

— “Boot Camp” (1996)

[1] There’s no toxicology report yet. His wife insists that he wasn’t suicidal and must have taken too much Ativan for his anxiety, which affected his behavior in a way that was abnormal for him, and that is scary for totally different reasons.
[2] I have a complicated relationship with pop psychology and the common language we use to talk about it that I don’t want to get into here.
[3] It’s possible I’ve read too much Camus.

2 thoughts on “How Would I Know That This Could Be My Fate

  1. I was more into Nirvana, Ani DiFranco, Everclear’s early stuff, Hüsker Dü, Britpop bands… But I know the feelings you describe pretty well. I don’t know how long I’ll be alive, or what it’s for.

    Anyway, these are a few lyrics I love:

    i was a long time coming
    i’ll be a long time gone
    you’ve got your whole life to do something
    and that’s not very long
    so why don’t you give me a call
    when you’re willing to fight
    for what you think is real
    for what you think is right

    I don’t want do your sleepwalk dance anymore
    I just want to see some palm trees
    I will try and shake away this disease
    We can live beside the ocean
    Leave the fire behind
    Swim out past the breakers
    Watch the world die

    I couldn’t stop it now
    There’s no way to get out
    He’s standing far too near
    And how the hell did you get here

    I can’t listen to almost all of this music these days. Too many feelings. I end up drowning in them, and getting a bit too close to that blurry edge between intrusive thoughts and going through with it. I wonder if we’ll ever change.

    • Ani DiFranco holds a special place in my heart, too. I don’t know if it’s comforting that I can relate to song lyrics and music that leans in that direction. Because on some existential level it means I not the only person who is alienated by existence, but it doesn’t change the fact that in the day-to-day I am alone. My depression has always been more existential than affected by people or things around me, though. So maybe that has kept me alive. I don’t know. I suspect I’m always going to be this way.

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