This is how I feel. My major goals in life were always establish a good career (ruined by hyperacusis) get married/have kids, buy a cute little house (also ruined by hyperacusis) & just to enjoy life. Travel, music, celebrations, the things that make life for normal people worth living, which I can no longer enjoy because of fear of making T/H worse. Even if things to improve, I'll always be living in fear.
Something about suffering this much at a somewhat young age really changes your view of life itself and that bad things can happen to anyone, at any point. Like what if I do decide to have a kid even with all this BS and pain (which would be dumb of me), there's no guarantee the baby wouldn't have some sort of messed up issues and life would be even more difficult.
Plus the idea of your body just getting older, weaker, more pain, more medication, not having any money or anyone to take care of you, it's all just so depressing.
I'm hanging in here because I love my parents and I'm too afraid of pain to off myself for now. But a few years of living like this and idk. TBD.
I don't know how people with severe chronic illnesses do it, year after year. I truly don't.