I get it bro, I'm 28 and got hit with this shit just 4 months ago, right after my dad passed away and after just becoming a father myself. I lost my job as a broker (which was something I worked really hard to achieve), I had to quit training (which I did for 12 years for 6 days a week), I can't go into the studio anymore (was working on a rap album) and my ''wife'' seems fucking clueless about my condition. I have a 8khz tone in my head which I can pretty much hear all fucking day except when I am in loud environments or listening to crickets or whatever, I fucking hate crickets ...
The thought of offing myself came frequently the last months, were it not for my 15 month old son I don't know if I would have any real motivation left right now. Xanax gets me through the day, Temazepam gets me through the night, so I got that to look forward to as well, fucking benzo withdrawal (about the benzos though and the GABA inhibiting properties, Temazepam seems to reduce the intensity of my ringing), point I'm trying to make though, this is now, right now, today even, where will I be in a year? Where will I be in 10 years? Who knows, maybe I'll still have T but maybe it became a non issue, maybe they found a cure, maybe I die of a fucking heart attack, who knows?
I'm living today, I live from moment to moment, some good, mostly bad now, but working on changing that equilibrium. You can too, eventually, it's okay to be pissed, it's okay to be depressed. It makes sense, it hurts now but it won't hurt forever.