"Life is like a coin. Pleasure and pain are the two sides, Only one side is visible at time, but remeber other side also waiting for its turn." I used to believe this for many years. Almost one year ago I completely ruined my life. I made only fucking one mistake and I have to pay it for the rest if my life. It's not fair I had my whole life ahead of me.
Today I admitted that it is killing me. Spikes after spikes, pain after pain. I try to protect my hearing as well as I can but I still get these spikes. I have prayed many times for god to save me from this hell. But it never ends.
I have realized that both sides of the coin can be hell.
Your'e only a year in....
It feels like a lifetime when you are suffering, but how you feel now about your t doesn't dictate how you will feel about it in another year's time ... this was true for me
No point beating yourself up. Youll only make yourself feel worse. It's not like you did this on purpose now is it?
You don't need to suffer for the rest of your life. I thought that too, but my relationship with my t and h (though I have my ups and downs) is much more positive than it was 4 years ago! I really felt doomed to a life of misery. But you need to realise that this is for now perhaps, but not necessarily how your future is going to unfold.
Your whole life is still ahead of you, and you will find with time that you can still live your life even with your t.
I will say that my spikes have dramatically improved, as has my h since stem cells at Macquarie (Nsw Australia). I am not totally sure if it is the stems, but I traditionally would have a bad spike every few months. I haven't done anything else differently, so I am inclined to conclude that it is the stems that are responsible.
I know you think your life is over. I am here to reassure you that it definitely isn't over, and your t doesn't have to rob you of the happiness you deserve in life. Take heart from all the habituated people in this forum, who have previously suffered with severe tinnitus. And yes, I know, I hated that word too once. I so desperately wanted my t to go away, but when I realised it was probably going to be permanent, I decided to just get on with it.
That is not to say viable treatments wont emerge either.
I have my moments, but I can honestly say that I no longer obsess about my t and whilst I would still prefer not to have it, I am largely unaware of it or bothered by it (unless I exacerbate it with noise/meds/lack of sleep)
I hope this helps