This is a repost of something from about a year ago, but I always wanted a proper place to post my story, in case it helps anyone. One thing is for sure, it was the success stories that gave me hope. The tiniest little shred. With that one little shred, like a pearl, you can build it up into something significant. It worked for me. I have other posts dotted around here that tell different aspects of this same story.
I still have T; I just don't care about it. I can hear it now. But only cos I'm writing this. If you're reading this and wondering "how the f*ck can you not care about it??" then I can only tell you that I felt the same when I read a similar account in the midst of my deepest despair. However, it was that tiniest grain of hope.
I still have T; I just don't care about it. I can hear it now. But only cos I'm writing this. If you're reading this and wondering "how the f*ck can you not care about it??" then I can only tell you that I felt the same when I read a similar account in the midst of my deepest despair. However, it was that tiniest grain of hope.
I was restarting antidepressants, and knew that it would take a few weeks to kick in; I figured around 6-8 weeks. So, I had my hopes pinned on this magic day when they'd be effective.
I had an appointment with a hearing specialist. Up to that point I'd been *convinced* I'd damaged my hearing playing in my band at a series of loud gigs. The specialist showed me my hearing was undamaged. This was the key to recovery for me; I *knew* without doubt then that it was "all in my mind". Work-stress (multiple projects, with no help), plus a niggling feeling that I needed ear protection while playing, had mated one terrible night and ignited into kill-myself anxiety and inescapable tinnitus.
So, I went back to the band and started rehearsals again with my earplugs jammed in tight, measuring the sound. It was a horrible night, very stressful, but it was important because I'd started going back to the things that belonged to my "former" life, and was rejecting the victim status. I went back to work, listening to Jim's tracks in the day to get some distraction. I was useless at work, but I did manage to implement a new feature (I'm a developer). I met some friends for drinks, went to a quiz night, and started noticing how I was becoming more easily distracted from the noise. Up until that point, it was a constant endless stream of testing myself and thinking about the noise, with no relief, exhausting and maddening, and fear that I was really going to end up insane, jobless, unable to support my family.
So - tips. I don't know. I think it's because I took action; I made sure my GP got me on medication for the anxiety; they declared it was a symptom of depression and I didn't argue. I got my ears checked out, and faced whatever they were going to tell me. Luckily that killed one of my fears, that I'd damaged myself. From then on I started claiming back my previous life, despite being scared to do each of those things.
Writing all this has spiked my T, but I know it's because we're talking about it, but I also don't care. I'm going to drink my tea, and get the xmas decorations out of the loft, and then muck about with some development.
Get your laptop out and go read reddit.com/r/programming, and find some cool programming stuff to browse. Play one of Jim's water tracks, softly, while you do it. Do this and pat yourself on the back, because you're facing the right direction (upwards, not downwards).
DD