It isn't the tinnitus that kills me. It's the fact that I can't enjoy the things I used to do. That is why I break down over 5 times a day. Silence. Something that is precious to introvert like me. Stolen.
Now I hear this buzzing sound as I read books and write stories. Simply pampering myself isn't something I enjoy anymore. I like going to the cinema but when I put my earplugs in, it hits me. That I can't be like my regular self and not worry about carrying earplugs everywhere. When the children at my school are blasting music in their eardrum. I cringe and then cry.
I can no longer listen to music without it sounding like static and with this buzzing in the background. Music was the only thing that could ease stress and look at it, taken from me. I cry as I write this. All these memories flood my mind. It's homecoming season. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm going. I have to decline because I don't want my T to worsen.
I travel frequently. When I go on cruises, they blast the music loudly. Smiles are creeping across their face, enjoying their vacation. Meanwhile I have to walk out and spoil the fun for my parents. I'm called a lame for walking out the club early when the music is way too loud. My mom tells me that I'll be able to enjoy life and listen to music once again. I'm waiting for that day. All of these doctors saying it'll pass in a few weeks and I have to live with it.
My grades are going down the drain. My dream of going to a prestigious college is slowly fading away. I'm waiting for that day I can have silence again.
Life is no longer a pleasure when you're constantly reminded of this noise. I wouldn't wish this condition on anyone I dislike. That would be evil.
Now I hear this buzzing sound as I read books and write stories. Simply pampering myself isn't something I enjoy anymore. I like going to the cinema but when I put my earplugs in, it hits me. That I can't be like my regular self and not worry about carrying earplugs everywhere. When the children at my school are blasting music in their eardrum. I cringe and then cry.
I can no longer listen to music without it sounding like static and with this buzzing in the background. Music was the only thing that could ease stress and look at it, taken from me. I cry as I write this. All these memories flood my mind. It's homecoming season. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm going. I have to decline because I don't want my T to worsen.
I travel frequently. When I go on cruises, they blast the music loudly. Smiles are creeping across their face, enjoying their vacation. Meanwhile I have to walk out and spoil the fun for my parents. I'm called a lame for walking out the club early when the music is way too loud. My mom tells me that I'll be able to enjoy life and listen to music once again. I'm waiting for that day. All of these doctors saying it'll pass in a few weeks and I have to live with it.
My grades are going down the drain. My dream of going to a prestigious college is slowly fading away. I'm waiting for that day I can have silence again.
Life is no longer a pleasure when you're constantly reminded of this noise. I wouldn't wish this condition on anyone I dislike. That would be evil.