I hate to say this, but I don't see a way out. I'm not seeing the path at all. I'm doing everything I can to protect myself, spread awareness and help my fellow man and yet I'm continuously being subjected to punishment and eradication of all progress—things that have taken MONTHS to achieve erased in the blink of an eye, just like that.
For no reason I could not get to sleep on my sleep meds last night, which hasn't happened since late October 2019. Had to take 10mg Ambien on top of 225mg Quetiapine and 15mg Mirtazapine at 2:30 last night to get to sleep. When I went to the gym in the morning, equipped with 32NRR foam plugs, I helped critique this girl's form. She is well aware of my situation and how it's exacerbated by loud noises and yet still she drops 225lbs from a distance of 4 feet in height, 7 feet away from me.
I'm panicking hard. I know this is going to cause at best a delayed spike that takes a month to recover from. I'm doing everything I can to inform those around me of my issues and in spite of all the protective measures I take, I am repeatedly tortured. Does God really want me to stay in my room smoking 2 JUUL pods a day to cope? Is that what it takes to get better? There is no meaning to any of this and I don't know how many more setbacks I can take before I completely lose it.
Tinnitus and hyperacusis have robbed me of almost every aspect of my lifestyle and career path/vocation.
For no reason I could not get to sleep on my sleep meds last night, which hasn't happened since late October 2019. Had to take 10mg Ambien on top of 225mg Quetiapine and 15mg Mirtazapine at 2:30 last night to get to sleep. When I went to the gym in the morning, equipped with 32NRR foam plugs, I helped critique this girl's form. She is well aware of my situation and how it's exacerbated by loud noises and yet still she drops 225lbs from a distance of 4 feet in height, 7 feet away from me.
I'm panicking hard. I know this is going to cause at best a delayed spike that takes a month to recover from. I'm doing everything I can to inform those around me of my issues and in spite of all the protective measures I take, I am repeatedly tortured. Does God really want me to stay in my room smoking 2 JUUL pods a day to cope? Is that what it takes to get better? There is no meaning to any of this and I don't know how many more setbacks I can take before I completely lose it.
Tinnitus and hyperacusis have robbed me of almost every aspect of my lifestyle and career path/vocation.