I did not sleep the entire night. I booked a trip to a Caribbean island we visited years ago. Quiet house in the woods overlooking ocean. Not sure I should go. I probably won't enjoy it and the trip is a risk. I have 24h to cancel. Stupid expensive, too. Everything is stupid expensive after the pandemic heist and the destruction of money.
I slept during the day without sound. Damn motorbikes etc should be enough. Apparently not. I woke up to spiked tinnitus and crazy hyperacusis. I really feel like taking my life in those moments. Those hellish bikes raping my brain. This stupid idiotic brain deserves to die. This was survival mechanism? What a joke. In our current world this is exactly opposite.
I was screaming, too. I have had enough. I do not know how people cope with it for years. These couple of months is wearing me off. I am becoming indifferent to the wake of destruction my suicide will leave. I am becoming indifferent about my past joyous life and the years I was looking towards that I will miss. I just want to kill this thing. And I think I will.
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I also have absolutely never encountered anything like this, that feels as if your body is encased in this relentless anguish that leaves me so short of breath (and before this, I could easily do a 3 mile hike and drive 100 miles in 1 day).
It is also like being injected with a drug that will deplete your energy and make you shake uncontrollably.
I had no idea that the cumulative PTSD from this could, even with the best will in the World, throttle you into feeling like every inch of your body had bad arthritis.
In my last Physical my Doctor said that my blood pressure was so high that I risked having a stroke. I wanted to reply that it wasn't because of diet, but because of the stress from tinnitus, but I was afraid that he will conclude that I was some kind of a loony that had to be placed under observation.
From the very beginning, over 9 years ago I deep-down-inside knew that, in one way or another, this was eventually going to kill me. How grotesquely ironic life can be.
The worst aspect: It has demolished my libido, and for the first time in my life wiped out all sexual ideation (how can you have horny fantasies when my ideation from this visualizes that hideous creature from the first ALIEN movie having permanently lodged itself in my consciousness?)
Exactly right. I feel like this is wearing me down every day. I do not feel like I had one day's rest since this started.
And you survived 9 years, that's a long time. I am near being done at 5 months, 4 out of which were bad.
The idea that it can get better in 1-2 years as proposed by some folks here, is really the only reason to hang around. Literally the only reason. But it is still struggle every time a spike hits.
But even then one is likely on a borrowed time, especially for noise induced damage. Another minor acoustic trauma and another permanent worsening. Some people can only take so much.
@gameover, I feel the exact same way. I never thought much about death or suicide pre-tinnitus. I felt like life was pretty good. But now, I'm constantly thinking about what could possibly kill me sooner or what can I do less of today to reduce my chances of living longer... because now I have a fear that even in old age my body wouldn't let me go and chain me to this earth.
Aging and suffering sucks. I have no idea how I would react to other illnesses, pain, etc. old age almost inevitably brings. Judging from my reaction to tinnitus + hyperacusis, probably not well, though I am sure it depends, hard to say. The fact tinnitus + hyperacusis is something in your head and raping your attention makes it special, I think. Anyway, if I got tinnitus + hyperacusis later in age, say in my 70s, while maybe I had some other issues, I would conclude ok, this is it, time to go before it gets worse. It is very sad now for me, being in late 40s and being in perfect health otherwise. Feels way too early, too young for it. I realize there are many younger people with it among us.
The irony of this disease is that is known for its mildest form. It pretends to be mild, and usually it is. Yet it can be this brutal relentless thing that tortures you but does not kill - but wants you to kill yourself. It is like a sick psychopath that will not murder you, but will talk you into taking your own life. This is the essence of this evil thing.
Something like cancer is much more honest. May torment you along the way quite well, but usually it takes responsibility for the eventual outcome.
A friend, my age, mentioned it's pretty good we made it so far. Well, he has a point. Maybe I should not lament the years I am going to miss. But I really I felt more in me, and could have done so much, much, more