Well, it has now been 4 years since my tinnitus reached the point of no return.
February 12, 2019 when I decided to wash my earwax out with ear irrigation causing irreparable damage and sending me into a constant unending downward spiral. It was truly the last straw, my ears just couldn't handle anymore from all the intense damage caused in earlier years.
It is now safe to say that my ears are truly fucked beyond repair or the possibility of any kind of recovery. I have not had a single improvement in my tinnitus since that day. It has worsened so many times I just stopped counting them, every month I wake up with AT LEAST 1 new noise/worsened pre-existing noise.
I was 16 when this whole ordeal started, and I'm turning 20 in just 3 months. Where did the time go? I have just been here. Stuck in my room. For 4 years. Hoping for an improvement. A single fucking glimpse of a possible future where my tinnitus won't worsen every month for no reason. Oh and don't forget about the ear pain, I need to wear earmuffs 24/7 now because I enjoyed the sounds. God forbid I enjoy sounds. Now everything hurts too, go figure.
Every passing day I come closer to terms with the fact that I will end my life before nature does its thing. How have I managed to endure this? It's so loud, it's so fucking loud. Countless noises in each ear, reactive, high pitched, low pitched, humming, screaming, morse code, hissing, fucking nightmare noises that just keeps developing. Yet I'M STILL FUCKING HERE WANTING TO DIE EVERY LIVING MOMENT.
Every day is the same, I wake up, sit down at the computer, eat when I'm hungry, then sleep. Same shit every day. Oh my tinnitus got worse again? New noise in the morning? Oh well I guess it's time for another round of waking up, sitting down at the computer, then eating when I'm hungry day. I just don't care? I guess? I have suffered so much my brain is just broken. I can't process it anymore. My ears are on a constant self-destruction mode, with each new noise counting down the clock.
What will happen when the clock has ticked enough, who knows. Will I go deaf? Will I finally snap and drown myself in my favourite fishing spot? Only time will tell.