- Dec 18, 2015
- 618
- 45
- Tinnitus Since
- 03/2015
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Noise induced, loud rock concert
Does anyone feel that hope for cure in the future helps to move on?
Usually I manage to overcome my anxiety related to T, I mask 24/7 which helps to calm me down and move on with me life. But I cannot laugh and I almost always feel depressed that I will never hear silence again. So even if no anxious anymore I feel sad most of the time. And thinking I'm going to be sad till the end of my days makes me even more sad and depressed. Is life really worth living being constantly sad about your condition? In moment like this I feel that hope for a cure sometime in the future helps me to move on.
But then I question myself am I not fooling myself, is there really a chance for a cure for us? Does it really make sense to live with false hope to help you cope? Maybe it's better to accept the shit I'm in and that it's never gonna be better?
I used to have suicidal thoughts when constant anxiety was overwhelming me. Now even when my anxiety is under control I still feel suicidal at times because I feel hopeless. And these new suicidal thoughts scare me even more than the former ones since they are much more logical in their origin. Not emotion driven but they seem to be well thought through. Simply I can't see myself happy without silence. Masking helps to overcome anxiety, but does not address missing silence which is a huge burden to me.
And if I cannot be happy does it really makes sense living? The thing is I don't live,I only exist. I'm emotionally burned out, I can't feel happy without silence, I just can't. I can sit in a room or at my desk at work listening to rain sounds all day long without anxiety, but deep inside I hate my condition and my life with it. And my T is mild, I can't even imagine what if things get worse in the future and the T increases.
So basically I'm counting down hours from the morning till the day end, and I count down days till the end of month, and I count down months till the moment I die and finish this miserable life. And there are still around 40 miserable years ahead of me. And it's not that I only sit on my ass and do nothing.
I know I should get distracted, and I do many things: I work, I read, ride a bike, motorcycle, swim, run make puzzles, I go out with my wife and friends. I do the things I used to do before T, still feel I'm never gonna be happy without silence in my head.
Suicide seems a reasonable solution but what if indeed a solution is really around the corner? (for example cochlear synaptopathy treatment being worked out by Charles Liberman).
I feel so trapped in my thoughts.
Anyone else feel the same?
Usually I manage to overcome my anxiety related to T, I mask 24/7 which helps to calm me down and move on with me life. But I cannot laugh and I almost always feel depressed that I will never hear silence again. So even if no anxious anymore I feel sad most of the time. And thinking I'm going to be sad till the end of my days makes me even more sad and depressed. Is life really worth living being constantly sad about your condition? In moment like this I feel that hope for a cure sometime in the future helps me to move on.
But then I question myself am I not fooling myself, is there really a chance for a cure for us? Does it really make sense to live with false hope to help you cope? Maybe it's better to accept the shit I'm in and that it's never gonna be better?
I used to have suicidal thoughts when constant anxiety was overwhelming me. Now even when my anxiety is under control I still feel suicidal at times because I feel hopeless. And these new suicidal thoughts scare me even more than the former ones since they are much more logical in their origin. Not emotion driven but they seem to be well thought through. Simply I can't see myself happy without silence. Masking helps to overcome anxiety, but does not address missing silence which is a huge burden to me.
And if I cannot be happy does it really makes sense living? The thing is I don't live,I only exist. I'm emotionally burned out, I can't feel happy without silence, I just can't. I can sit in a room or at my desk at work listening to rain sounds all day long without anxiety, but deep inside I hate my condition and my life with it. And my T is mild, I can't even imagine what if things get worse in the future and the T increases.
So basically I'm counting down hours from the morning till the day end, and I count down days till the end of month, and I count down months till the moment I die and finish this miserable life. And there are still around 40 miserable years ahead of me. And it's not that I only sit on my ass and do nothing.
I know I should get distracted, and I do many things: I work, I read, ride a bike, motorcycle, swim, run make puzzles, I go out with my wife and friends. I do the things I used to do before T, still feel I'm never gonna be happy without silence in my head.
Suicide seems a reasonable solution but what if indeed a solution is really around the corner? (for example cochlear synaptopathy treatment being worked out by Charles Liberman).
I feel so trapped in my thoughts.
Anyone else feel the same?