Hey
@Pixelito. Thank you for your support. I envy you your optimism. Me, I still cannot believe I stepped onto the mine called tinnitus/hyperacusis. So avoidable. If I had only researched the topic of misophonia (from which I suffered) better, I would have learned about tinnitus/hyperacusis and I would not have them now. I have mentioned it many times here.
I also do hope Dr. Shore's device will see the light of the day, but the progress is excruciatingly slow. Indeed, at this rate, maybe, just maybe, my tinnitus will get better on its own. It already has to some extent. I still have wild swings, I am desperate often, but I am able to escape it more often somehow. It gets quieter and/or moves into the back of the mind more often. It is still torture, but I am functioning somehow. At a very reduced capacity, but I am.
The great things that will happen in my life... to be honest, I am not sure they will. Even when I am coping better, I feel my life has been thoroughly destroyed. I am just trying to survive for a little longer, I honestly do not see how I can be happy until this shit disappears, or is reduced to a consistently low ignorable level.
But we'll see. It can go in several ways. If I get really bad, I might pull the plug. If I get better, I will be sure to let you know.
One profound effect this has had on me is that it lowered my capacity for any other pain, and my willingness to fight for life. A bad headache is terrible now. I can't imagine going through some worse shit, like even flu with pneumonia. I had it a few years ago and it was awful. I can't imagine how it could be with tinnitus. Or maybe COVID-19. If I get it, it is possible it will finish me. Basically I feel like the death is much closer. Maybe it always has been, but now like, eh, if this gets worse, I am out. If that something will not finish me, I may help it. I am damn sure not interested to live to 70s or 80s and be a sick old man. Nah, I am definitely out before that. If I get cancer diagnosis, I don't think I am doing chemo. I am out.
I do not want to die just yet, but I am less afraid of dying. Turns out life is way more ephemeral than I realized.
I became okay with suicide, when one reaches the limit. If there is God - and an after life, maybe then he can be merciful, because so far I have not seen that from him (or anything at all from him, for that matter). If there is no God, then there is no afterlife, and thus just blissful nothingness without tinnitus. That's damn beautiful, too.