- Jul 23, 2019
- 1,088
- Tinnitus Since
- 04/2019
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Nonnatural energy source
My tinnitus has a 24/7 60-70 dB loudness that due to its frequency isn't easily masked. My great challenge has been how to conceptualize this. How horrible is this? Need I think of it as horrible or I can I imagine it as just noise, not even real noise? How to place hope and faith vs resignation and faith? 7 months in, will I improve a bit or a lot over the next months and years? Could it ever reach the point that I wouldn't hear it over the shower or TV or noisy room or traffic?
There is profound power in hope.
There is a profound strength in resignation and leaving all thought of being normal behind and purely accept my reality as the only one there is.
I think I am now handling it pretty well, I rarely descend into pity and try to believe that some getting better is possible, that at the least maybe someday over the next half a year my better days will be the norm even as I habituate to the worst of it. It impacts my life, limits some of the thing I choose to do, and it certainly tires me as it takes a fair bit of unfocused focus to remain chill and keep the impact of the unending noise like water washing over my feet.
Yet still when I try to get my head around the whole of it, it still slips just out of my cognitive/emotional reach.
Related to this process I just read column in the NYT that I wanted to share. One of the columnists is going blind through some rare condition and he describes coming to terms with his shattered last hope as his participation in a clinical trial ends in failure. I thought it was apropos to what I am going through though our conditions are different.
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/11/02/opinion/sunday/what-i-learned-when-i-stabbed-myself-52-times.html
There is profound power in hope.
There is a profound strength in resignation and leaving all thought of being normal behind and purely accept my reality as the only one there is.
I think I am now handling it pretty well, I rarely descend into pity and try to believe that some getting better is possible, that at the least maybe someday over the next half a year my better days will be the norm even as I habituate to the worst of it. It impacts my life, limits some of the thing I choose to do, and it certainly tires me as it takes a fair bit of unfocused focus to remain chill and keep the impact of the unending noise like water washing over my feet.
Yet still when I try to get my head around the whole of it, it still slips just out of my cognitive/emotional reach.
Related to this process I just read column in the NYT that I wanted to share. One of the columnists is going blind through some rare condition and he describes coming to terms with his shattered last hope as his participation in a clinical trial ends in failure. I thought it was apropos to what I am going through though our conditions are different.
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/11/02/opinion/sunday/what-i-learned-when-i-stabbed-myself-52-times.html