If it was possible to have a choice and I knew how difficult life would be, I would rather have never been born.
I could not have said it any better.
That is one of the reasons that I am very glad that I never had children.
I would not want to bring any new life into the World where there even existed such an unbelievably appalling condition as this.
After having read all of the smug, self-serving encomiums from the Habituationists, I have reached the carefully considered conclusion that Habituation, when reduced to it's essentials, is no more than twisting your Consciousness into becoming Tinnitus's Full Fledged Bitch (which is also another definition of "Tinnitus Management").
There seems to be some principle involved in maintaining one's self-respect by not capitulating into this state of abject subservience (and as far as I am concerned, that is the case no matter what the consequences may be.)
Sorry, but I cannot shake loose the suspicion that Habituation advice still feels like the flimsiest self-imposed con job that will collapse like the proverbial House of Cards, especially when a spike occurs.
And, what the f**k did Michael Leigh mean when he wrote that, since 19 out of 20 ailments are not curable but treatable this gave him all the impetus he needed to fully habituate?
My migraines are not curable but the pain completely disappears when I take the drug Maxalt. Did it ever occur to him that this is precisely why even the most severe migraines are absolutely not within the same category as tinnitus?
That is my problem with accepting Habituation; so many of it's endorsements are riddled with commentary that is just common-sense, plain wrong.
All this nonsense about "how much tinnitus was a journey that taught me so much about myself" only makes me reflect about how by having this I am fully flush up against the tragic, inescapable horror of Life.