Hey all it is now midnight on New Year's Eve and I am still awake because I cannot sleep because my body won't let me. I've been nonstop crying since yesterday at 9:30 AM and am honestly surprised that my tear ducts are still making tears at this point, you'd think I'd run out. I'm a wreck. I honestly am so tired mentally and emotionally and my body feels so broken. But nevermind that I have to take a flight back down south to go back to college in a few days. Nevermind that plane rides always spike my T. Nevermind that this latest 'spike' turned out to be permanent. Nevermind that my holiday was terrible through and through and I found no joy in it.
I was doing SO WELL and was slowly on my way to learning to live with this crap. And I didn't do ANYTHING. All I did was go to work, come home, go Xmas light watching with my boyfiend, come home do a little internet leisure time and then went to bed. I was supposed to go to work today at 2pm and was going to sleep in till noon. But no. I woke up at 9:30 AM turned over on my other side to get back to sleep and boom I heard that new tone loud and clear. It has not gone away. I protect and protect. I don't go to loud concerts, I always turn the TV down, I'm a musician and now I don't even listen/play music except for maybe once every two or three weeks!
I know I know 'don't let the T win' but honestly, it's a passive battle that I cannot win. And I'm TIRED. I'm tired of fighting, of trying to cope, of even living. Living brings me no joy anymore; not that I had a lot of joy in it to begin with. My life was a mess from the day I was born. It just keeps getting worse and I feel like I wish my mother had not told the doctor to do a C-section to save my sorry life when she was hemorrhaging. I could never commit suicide. I don't have the willpower for that and I am afraid of death. But I simply just wish not to live because living is equally painful now with T. T is not my friend, T is not my brain's music, T is not helping me to stop and appreciate little things in life. T is my enemy and it's winning.
I'm only 21 years old. I should not have this happening to me. I should be with my friends and going out and enjoying parties and movies and shopping. I should be creating albums and writing songs and performing like I always dreamed of and worked hard for many many years to do. And here I was afraid of having T get so bad that when I'm 60 I will be like those elderly folks I've seen in homes before (only younger) who just have no willpower to live because their body and mind is out of their control.
I don't have hope that there will be a cure soon if ever. I've seen the posts on here by people more educated than I am about medical science. If a cure is ever found, I'll bet you the drug companies will not sell it so they can make more money off of us treating it temporarily. But we don't even know how the cochlea and the brain work together! We haven't got a clear idea of how any of that truly works in there. I cannot go to AM 101 it is not in my state and I do not have the funds to go somewhere else (plus plane rides and long drives spike my T which would be counterproductive). I have eye problems already and cannot afford to risk side effects of Retigabine. I've been watching the Autifony trials and they are turning out to be just as inefficient as AM 101 was.
And that's what has been festering in my brain since I've been trying to habituate.
I'm only 21 years old and T has robbed me of my sanity, my happiness, and my physical health. I'm tired.