I am sorry to start this depressing thread, but believe me when I say I have nobody to talk to that will really understand what I feel and what I am going through.
Yes, I am seriously considering suicide. I do not really want to take my own life, but this is not life anymore. Period.
I have never been afraid of death, not now, not before tinnitus. But I have always been terrified of pain and disability, of not being able to function properly without something constantly bothering me or causing me suffering. And tinnitus is just that.
Life is supposed to be enjoyed, not suffered through. I am not a strong person, and even if the strength to carry on is inside of me, I still refuse to go through life like this. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day.
I do have things to live for, my 3 month old baby for instance, but I have become emotionally unstable, angry, depressed, suicidal all the time and I am not there for her. And I know I won't be with tinnitus. This is not what I had planned, but the shitty hand life dealt me out of hate and revenge.
Yes, life does hate me. It always has. I can think of multiple examples of life taking away from me the things I loved and valued the most (my dad, my first love, music, my health, my family). As soon as I love something, it gets taken away from me.
And wanna hear something ironic? Weeks before my tinnitus onset, I remember thinking: wow, no matter what happens I always have in music a place I can go to no matter how shitty my life is. And weeks later, tinnitus. So not even that.
I have thought a lot about what it would mean for me to take my life, the pain I would cause the people that care about me, but the thing is, no matter how much they care about me, tinnitus will always be there. No amount of love from anyone will alleviate my suffering. How's that for hope?
I am in this alone.
I have always thought that it is unfair to call anyone who decides to take their life a coward. It's easy to call them cowards when everything is going just fine for you, isn't it? But God knows (God, LOL) it must take a great deal of inner strength to muster the courage to take your own life.
When I think of suicide, I feel relieved. I feel at peace. Knowing that I can put an end to this BS is such a relief I feel happy and smile. I do not want to be talked out of it, I do not want to call some random helpline where someone who could not care less about me will read me from a script that everything will be fine. Sure.
My significant other cannot help me, my mother cannot help me, nobody can.
I feel I've been cheated out of the life it took me so long to achieve. It took me years and a lot of pain to get to where I am now, and now look at this BS. Life is cruel, boy, is it cruel.
But I won't let it beat me. I will have the last word. I would rather hang myself or jump in front of a train than to face a life of tinnitus.
I just refuse to.
Yes, I am seriously considering suicide. I do not really want to take my own life, but this is not life anymore. Period.
I have never been afraid of death, not now, not before tinnitus. But I have always been terrified of pain and disability, of not being able to function properly without something constantly bothering me or causing me suffering. And tinnitus is just that.
Life is supposed to be enjoyed, not suffered through. I am not a strong person, and even if the strength to carry on is inside of me, I still refuse to go through life like this. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day.
I do have things to live for, my 3 month old baby for instance, but I have become emotionally unstable, angry, depressed, suicidal all the time and I am not there for her. And I know I won't be with tinnitus. This is not what I had planned, but the shitty hand life dealt me out of hate and revenge.
Yes, life does hate me. It always has. I can think of multiple examples of life taking away from me the things I loved and valued the most (my dad, my first love, music, my health, my family). As soon as I love something, it gets taken away from me.
And wanna hear something ironic? Weeks before my tinnitus onset, I remember thinking: wow, no matter what happens I always have in music a place I can go to no matter how shitty my life is. And weeks later, tinnitus. So not even that.
I have thought a lot about what it would mean for me to take my life, the pain I would cause the people that care about me, but the thing is, no matter how much they care about me, tinnitus will always be there. No amount of love from anyone will alleviate my suffering. How's that for hope?
I am in this alone.
I have always thought that it is unfair to call anyone who decides to take their life a coward. It's easy to call them cowards when everything is going just fine for you, isn't it? But God knows (God, LOL) it must take a great deal of inner strength to muster the courage to take your own life.
When I think of suicide, I feel relieved. I feel at peace. Knowing that I can put an end to this BS is such a relief I feel happy and smile. I do not want to be talked out of it, I do not want to call some random helpline where someone who could not care less about me will read me from a script that everything will be fine. Sure.
My significant other cannot help me, my mother cannot help me, nobody can.
I feel I've been cheated out of the life it took me so long to achieve. It took me years and a lot of pain to get to where I am now, and now look at this BS. Life is cruel, boy, is it cruel.
But I won't let it beat me. I will have the last word. I would rather hang myself or jump in front of a train than to face a life of tinnitus.
I just refuse to.