Hello Everyone,
Forgive the long post, I am in a very, very dark place right now; although I had found a light, and enjoyed a temporary sense of hope, I recently learned that my beautiful light will be taken away soon. So, with nothing but more darkness on the horizon ahead of me, I am turning to a site frequented by people who, hopefully, can understand the state I am currently in.
I have had tinnitus for, probably, all of my 51 years on this planet. For the beginning portion of those years I did not realize that it was abnormal. I felt that I was weak and unworthy of both life and love because something that I assumed everyone was able to deal with, I could not.
My spouse does not understand, and is not sympathetic to what I am experiencing. I don't blame her; it is difficult to grasp the psychological effects of this without experiencing it for one's self. And the one person who has been sympathetic, will be leaving soon. So, again, I find myself isolated and alone.
My symptoms have been getting worse recently, much louder-even waking me up from what little sleep I manage to get. I have always had ringing, multiple pitches in each ear, and some "static"-like noice as well. It never stops. The ringing also makes it difficult to hear and understand conversation, in person, on the phone, or in movies and on television. I have tried masking, and music, but no volume can seem to drown out the ringing, or distract me enough to not notice it.
Depression accompanies my tinnitus. I sought, and spent a decade in, treatment; including both therapy and medication. It helped the depression, voices, hallucinations, panic, etc., but not the ringing. With the recent progression of the ringing, my depression is manifesting itself in new, destructive ways. I have recently taken to tearing at my skin, scratching until I bleed. As strange as it may sound, the physical pain tends to drown out the emotional pain, so for now it seems to be a somewhat successful, albeit temporary and destructive, coping mechanism, despite the scarring that results.
I went to doctors back in the 1980's, but they were no help, so I have been just living with it. Prior to seeking medical help, I tried to not live with it, but the attempt was (obviously as I am writing this now) unsuccessful. The recent worsening would be pushing me towards another attempt but (un)fortunately I have someone who depends on me, and I recently made a promise to someone very dear to me (my previously mentioned light) that I would not "give up". This is not to say that I do not consider it daily, but I am bound by my word, so until released from that promise, it remains a constant desire upon which I cannot act.
While I have managed to live with this for many years, the recent increase in volume is pushing me beyond what I feel I can stand.
I don't know what I am looking for, as I fear relief will never come. Perhaps just putting these thoughts and feelings into words and releasing them will provide some relief.
I am desperate, I feel that there is no hope, but I cannot give up. Any thoughts or ideas on how to maintain sanity, or gain something resembling a "normal" life back would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you for giving me this forum to express what I am feeling, and for taking the time to read this.
Forgive the long post, I am in a very, very dark place right now; although I had found a light, and enjoyed a temporary sense of hope, I recently learned that my beautiful light will be taken away soon. So, with nothing but more darkness on the horizon ahead of me, I am turning to a site frequented by people who, hopefully, can understand the state I am currently in.
I have had tinnitus for, probably, all of my 51 years on this planet. For the beginning portion of those years I did not realize that it was abnormal. I felt that I was weak and unworthy of both life and love because something that I assumed everyone was able to deal with, I could not.
My spouse does not understand, and is not sympathetic to what I am experiencing. I don't blame her; it is difficult to grasp the psychological effects of this without experiencing it for one's self. And the one person who has been sympathetic, will be leaving soon. So, again, I find myself isolated and alone.
My symptoms have been getting worse recently, much louder-even waking me up from what little sleep I manage to get. I have always had ringing, multiple pitches in each ear, and some "static"-like noice as well. It never stops. The ringing also makes it difficult to hear and understand conversation, in person, on the phone, or in movies and on television. I have tried masking, and music, but no volume can seem to drown out the ringing, or distract me enough to not notice it.
Depression accompanies my tinnitus. I sought, and spent a decade in, treatment; including both therapy and medication. It helped the depression, voices, hallucinations, panic, etc., but not the ringing. With the recent progression of the ringing, my depression is manifesting itself in new, destructive ways. I have recently taken to tearing at my skin, scratching until I bleed. As strange as it may sound, the physical pain tends to drown out the emotional pain, so for now it seems to be a somewhat successful, albeit temporary and destructive, coping mechanism, despite the scarring that results.
I went to doctors back in the 1980's, but they were no help, so I have been just living with it. Prior to seeking medical help, I tried to not live with it, but the attempt was (obviously as I am writing this now) unsuccessful. The recent worsening would be pushing me towards another attempt but (un)fortunately I have someone who depends on me, and I recently made a promise to someone very dear to me (my previously mentioned light) that I would not "give up". This is not to say that I do not consider it daily, but I am bound by my word, so until released from that promise, it remains a constant desire upon which I cannot act.
While I have managed to live with this for many years, the recent increase in volume is pushing me beyond what I feel I can stand.
I don't know what I am looking for, as I fear relief will never come. Perhaps just putting these thoughts and feelings into words and releasing them will provide some relief.
I am desperate, I feel that there is no hope, but I cannot give up. Any thoughts or ideas on how to maintain sanity, or gain something resembling a "normal" life back would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you for giving me this forum to express what I am feeling, and for taking the time to read this.