I try to stay away from this thread and focus on improving my thinking so it's easier to bear this affliction. But now I need to write something here. I haven't posted in this thread since forever. It's been a very, very difficult day.
I was supposed to take a jog before bed, but I felt so defeated with this loud, electric shrill and I've been feeling semi-food poisoned this week so running was out of the question. I decided to go for a walk instead so I got SOME movement at least. I walked the route I use for jogging - walked past a house in that neighbourhood. There was a party in the garden there with people eating snacks and light BBQ and playing some music - not insanely loud like a concert, but loud enough to bother the neighbours. It was early Micheal Jackson. People were dancing and laughing. I haven't been to a party like that in over 10 years.
I suddenly felt the weight of the last 10 years all at once. When I was in my 20s I hated my life. I hated how difficult everything was and I was putting all my money on my 30s. That was when I was going to do all the most wonderful things in my life. Produce creative works. Meet lots of women. Settle with one and travel the world. I haven't done a single thing of that. Instead I've been hiding in a poorly lit basement, depressed out of my mind with tinnitus. I would give an arm and my soul to go back to my 20s now. When I saw that garden party I was instantly reminded what it felt like to be carefree and not having to worry about things like how loud the music is. I was instantly reminded that I haven't smiled and felt like I'm having fun with my friends in a decade. I haven't danced with other people in just as long.
I'm sobbing my face off as I'm writing this. I can't believe how unbelievably cruel and unfair life is. I have never felt so motivated to get rid of this as now - but I have also never felt as hopeless. I'll be on my 4 year anniversary next week and I'm not coping any better with this than I did one year ago. One Valsalva and bam - permanent torture for life? What kind of joke is that? Slowly rotting away while your brain decays and the light in your eyes dies as you're suffering and you watch all your friends post family pictures on Facebook?
I think I can muster up the courage to stab myself multiple times if the Dr. Shore device fails. Because I cannot live like this.
I was supposed to take a jog before bed, but I felt so defeated with this loud, electric shrill and I've been feeling semi-food poisoned this week so running was out of the question. I decided to go for a walk instead so I got SOME movement at least. I walked the route I use for jogging - walked past a house in that neighbourhood. There was a party in the garden there with people eating snacks and light BBQ and playing some music - not insanely loud like a concert, but loud enough to bother the neighbours. It was early Micheal Jackson. People were dancing and laughing. I haven't been to a party like that in over 10 years.
I suddenly felt the weight of the last 10 years all at once. When I was in my 20s I hated my life. I hated how difficult everything was and I was putting all my money on my 30s. That was when I was going to do all the most wonderful things in my life. Produce creative works. Meet lots of women. Settle with one and travel the world. I haven't done a single thing of that. Instead I've been hiding in a poorly lit basement, depressed out of my mind with tinnitus. I would give an arm and my soul to go back to my 20s now. When I saw that garden party I was instantly reminded what it felt like to be carefree and not having to worry about things like how loud the music is. I was instantly reminded that I haven't smiled and felt like I'm having fun with my friends in a decade. I haven't danced with other people in just as long.
I'm sobbing my face off as I'm writing this. I can't believe how unbelievably cruel and unfair life is. I have never felt so motivated to get rid of this as now - but I have also never felt as hopeless. I'll be on my 4 year anniversary next week and I'm not coping any better with this than I did one year ago. One Valsalva and bam - permanent torture for life? What kind of joke is that? Slowly rotting away while your brain decays and the light in your eyes dies as you're suffering and you watch all your friends post family pictures on Facebook?
I think I can muster up the courage to stab myself multiple times if the Dr. Shore device fails. Because I cannot live like this.