“if i’d hurt myself, would anybody care ?” (tw: discussing suicide, mental health, "depression")
As I got out of my apartment building, I grabbed my phone and opened Spotify. Gone for a 30-minute walk, I had to choose THE album to come with me. “Time Flies”, dexter in the newsagent, perfect. I was slowly walking, trying not to slip on the snow while “Care” played in my earplugs, when I first heard this lyric: “if i’d hurt myself, would anybody care ?”
For a single second, I was taken back to my recently-ended 2025. More specifically, my many depressive phases, which I insist on calling them phases and not a full-blown depression since I have not been properly diagnosed. To explain further, these phases last a month, sometimes more, and are characterized by a lack of anything. I feel overly empty. My life doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. I don’t feel like I’m truly living but surviving, like a zombie, a corpse who’s lost his soul. This momentary depression is mostly caused by university, or, as I love to call it, my worst life decision. During these times, I cry. A lot. Everywhere. I fight my tears to not break down in front of classmates or passengers in my train. And it is the most embarrassing thing to cry in public. I feel vulnerable to the public. This might be where I can see myself in this performance of “Care”. Honestly, I was digressing and tried to link it back to the song as well as I could. But anyways. I also feel very alone. To me, no one understands me enough. No one loves me enough to hear me completely. No one truly cares.
When struggling to deal with my mental health and uni, I don’t really get to find a way out. I could not consider withdrawing from school. Not in an African household, even less a Cameroonian one. I could not change course. Nothing interests me enough. My sole exit, or I thought, was death. More so, suicide, well…almost. I didn’t want to die that much. Deep down, I held faith in a better future for myself, living my dream life. But I wanted out. I needed to get rid of my biggest burden. My tears were not enough for my family to be alarmed and help me. “So I thought of hurting myself. What if I jump over this bridge ? Or jump in front of the next train ? I’ll never have to go to this classroom again”. Thankfully (for who ? I’m not sure), I could not build the courage up to do it. I did question it. Would this finally be enough for people to realize that I can’t do it. Would this heal me once and for all ? Would someone end up caring about me and giving me the help I need ? I saw it as a potential silent cry. A move that would say everything I could not get out of my own mouth.
Life hasn’t been the same since I moved for the last time. I lost my friends, the little activities I loved so much, my confidence, my life balance, my happiness and overall, my will to live. dexter discusses grief in this verse of the song, I resonate with it. I didn’t lose a family member or someone close to me like her. But I lost myself and I’m still trying to recover from it.
I just wanted to talk about this song I loved and why I resonated with it. I hope it makes you feel something, just like it did for me.