- Feb 28, 2019
- 120
- 24
- Tinnitus Since
- December 2018
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Unknown, possibly stress
I'm becoming insufferable myself.
I know there's people out there who's hardships have turned them into better people wishing to spare others of their own suffering. I'm afraid this is me slowly finding out I am not one of them.
The first thing that worried me when I got this was, 'how am I going to be a good daughter/granddaughter/(girl)friend/person with this screaming inside my head?'
Now, I just want to get through the day and sleep as long as possible. I want to be left alone and I don't feel like doing things for others anymore. My focus is 95% inwards; I'm literally self absorbed.
This lack of understanding from the outside world is really getting to me. I don't blame people for not understanding what it's like but at the same time I so desperately wish there was a way to let them feel what I'm feeling (like in that one Black Mirror episode). Just describing it is not enough.
My close family also doesn't know how to deal with my insomnia, OCD and depression- let alone the horrible anxiety attacks that can last up to 72 hours.
I love them and I know I'm becoming a burden to them. I don't know how to fix it. It's so hard to prioritize other things (like doing things for them) when this ringing and anxiety is taking up all the space in my mind.
I'm looking at the world through these horrible tinnitus-coloured lenses (if that makes sense). I associate everything I see / hear with tinnitus. How do I stop this from turning me into an asshole?
I don't know how to be nice anymore, I feel like crying all the time and I have this horrible habit of weighing other people's suffering up to my own which puts them into one of three categories;
1. Lucky, blue pilled bastards that could never understand
2. People I can relate to, or
3. People that have it worse than me, I often look to them for inspiration.
I am very aware of that these are all destructive thinking patterns but I'm at a loss of how to deal with them.
I have to confess I have inadvertently put my therapist into the first category described above and I'm finding it hard to take his advice seriously. (I know, I know, it's a judgemental thing to do but I can't help it, the way he speaks of tinnitus and depression makes me believe he has no idea what he's talking about. He's also rather fiercely anti-euthanasia, which is -in my opinion - a standpoint that can only be afforded by people that haven't gone through anything horrible enough to justify death as the lesser of two evils).
Anyway, sorry for the long rant. I hope someone on here relates.
I know there's people out there who's hardships have turned them into better people wishing to spare others of their own suffering. I'm afraid this is me slowly finding out I am not one of them.
The first thing that worried me when I got this was, 'how am I going to be a good daughter/granddaughter/(girl)friend/person with this screaming inside my head?'
Now, I just want to get through the day and sleep as long as possible. I want to be left alone and I don't feel like doing things for others anymore. My focus is 95% inwards; I'm literally self absorbed.
This lack of understanding from the outside world is really getting to me. I don't blame people for not understanding what it's like but at the same time I so desperately wish there was a way to let them feel what I'm feeling (like in that one Black Mirror episode). Just describing it is not enough.
My close family also doesn't know how to deal with my insomnia, OCD and depression- let alone the horrible anxiety attacks that can last up to 72 hours.
I love them and I know I'm becoming a burden to them. I don't know how to fix it. It's so hard to prioritize other things (like doing things for them) when this ringing and anxiety is taking up all the space in my mind.
I'm looking at the world through these horrible tinnitus-coloured lenses (if that makes sense). I associate everything I see / hear with tinnitus. How do I stop this from turning me into an asshole?
I don't know how to be nice anymore, I feel like crying all the time and I have this horrible habit of weighing other people's suffering up to my own which puts them into one of three categories;
1. Lucky, blue pilled bastards that could never understand
2. People I can relate to, or
3. People that have it worse than me, I often look to them for inspiration.
I am very aware of that these are all destructive thinking patterns but I'm at a loss of how to deal with them.
I have to confess I have inadvertently put my therapist into the first category described above and I'm finding it hard to take his advice seriously. (I know, I know, it's a judgemental thing to do but I can't help it, the way he speaks of tinnitus and depression makes me believe he has no idea what he's talking about. He's also rather fiercely anti-euthanasia, which is -in my opinion - a standpoint that can only be afforded by people that haven't gone through anything horrible enough to justify death as the lesser of two evils).
Anyway, sorry for the long rant. I hope someone on here relates.