The first seven weeks of tinnitus....
It grinds you down, it's relentless, pitiless, robs you of your sleep, your joy, your sense of hope . It leaves you a shattered shell cowering in a bottomless pit of despair.
Suicide...it..it seems a lot easier than staring at that ceiling all night long with your ears screaming at you, chipping away at any sense of rational judgement.
You're so anxious and terrified your nerves are wound up so tight that they feel like piano wire.
Everyone is bored listening to your erratic complaints.. your never ending suppositions about its cause and possible cure.
The doctors have no answers and hope you don't return next week with your annoying questions.
The internet is a friend and an foe. There're the dank and hallow horror stories too morbid to repeat...but we all know how they end.
The mind blowing number of amino-acids, vitamins and drugs you're told will help just empty out your bank account and your belief in ever attaining the mirage of silence.
Then the lure of narcotic induced oblivion. The temptation to drink yourself stupid, snort yourself obnoxious or simply fall into the socially acceptable benzo trap is irresistible.
All of it is only a temporary respite with a painful smack in the face after all the booze has hit the wall and "dust" has settled.
The fear..the nerve shattering fear robs you of your empathy for anyone but yourself. You become a self-obsessed neurotic prick. This dark metamorphosis erodes all your relationships. Whether family or friends.
The isolation creeps in...slowly but surely. And through this sense of abandonment a terrible resentfulness is born. Poor me! Poor fucking me!Why did the world have to take a shit on me?
And what follows for most people is months and years of very private and personal emotional pain.
Myself personally, I didn't deal with it well. I became a shadow of the man I was. After many ups and downs I finally habituated. It took about 18 months...long months.
I had an awful spike around that time that was equivalent to the tinnitus I believe someone would get if a bomb went off near their ear.
It was so loud I could hear it beside a lawnmower. But when it subsided to my usually soul crushing level I felt a powerful sense of relief that had me in tears.
After that I slowly pushed it to the periphery of my consciousness. It's still here 3.5years on, but it doesn't own me or torture me anymore. It's like any ailment annoying but you get on with.
Things can always get worse.....they really can.