So this is my two year anniversary (I take 6/18/2016 as the day my tinnitus started, give a day or two since it kind of sneaked up on me, low a first, and then louder and louder until I couldn't deny that something was wrong). It's been the hardest two years of my life.
I debated what I should write. On the one hand, I could write a "Yippee I am in a happy place now" post and it wouldn't be completely inaccurate. In many ways, I have adjusted to the high 12-13khz eeee, sometimes glassy, sound in the head. I don't get angry any more. I don't even hate it. I have come to accept it. Many times, I have even caught myself feeling "happy" playing with my children or playing on the piano despite a roaring noise in my head.
But on the other hand, I am not happy. T is all pervasive. Every day I hear the sound, I ask myself, how did I get here? I always protected my ears ... didn't have trauma... am only in my 40's... You know, I used to treasure silence. I looked up the quietest places on earth and planned to visit each of those places.
If this shit can happen to me, anything can - including things much much worse (e.g. life-ending things...). That realization is both terrifying as well as liberating...
After two years, this is my standard pattern. 50-60% bad, 20-30% mediocre, 5-10% good (4-5 bad days, 2 ok days, once in a while 1-2 good days). In the bad times, my head aches; the sound is all pervasive (nothing masks it). In the mediocre times, the sound is all pervasive, but the ache is not there. In the "good" times - I sometimes don't hear it when outside. And even when I hear it going to sleep, those low levels wouldn't bother me.
I feel like living in hell, but I am ok. I accept my T as a amputee might accept a missing limp. I will live despite my condition.
For the newbies, this post might sound bad, but please don't freak out. Life is about change and adapting to change. It is the case even if you don't T ... even if you are cured of T.
Until one day, science and technology progresses such that we all become immortal and healthy (bacteria is immortal for example), the human condition has to be defined by the will to survive ... the strength to live another day ... despite challenges.
And so many things are in our head, too. Take for example, my love for "silence." I used to love silence because that was when I felt most calm, and I treasured calm immensely. After T, for the longest time, I found no calm. It was terrible. But more recently, I have found calmness despite T (one time playing piano, another time running in the park with my 5 and 7 year old boys, for example). So while I may have lost "silence" forever, I know I don't necessarily have to lose the "essence" of "silence" forever.
I want to wish everyone strong mental fortitude ... and luck. Getting mad at T will just let T rob that many good seconds of your life from you. Don't let it. Find the will to live ... and live well...
Try, we deserve it.
I debated what I should write. On the one hand, I could write a "Yippee I am in a happy place now" post and it wouldn't be completely inaccurate. In many ways, I have adjusted to the high 12-13khz eeee, sometimes glassy, sound in the head. I don't get angry any more. I don't even hate it. I have come to accept it. Many times, I have even caught myself feeling "happy" playing with my children or playing on the piano despite a roaring noise in my head.
But on the other hand, I am not happy. T is all pervasive. Every day I hear the sound, I ask myself, how did I get here? I always protected my ears ... didn't have trauma... am only in my 40's... You know, I used to treasure silence. I looked up the quietest places on earth and planned to visit each of those places.
If this shit can happen to me, anything can - including things much much worse (e.g. life-ending things...). That realization is both terrifying as well as liberating...
After two years, this is my standard pattern. 50-60% bad, 20-30% mediocre, 5-10% good (4-5 bad days, 2 ok days, once in a while 1-2 good days). In the bad times, my head aches; the sound is all pervasive (nothing masks it). In the mediocre times, the sound is all pervasive, but the ache is not there. In the "good" times - I sometimes don't hear it when outside. And even when I hear it going to sleep, those low levels wouldn't bother me.
I feel like living in hell, but I am ok. I accept my T as a amputee might accept a missing limp. I will live despite my condition.
For the newbies, this post might sound bad, but please don't freak out. Life is about change and adapting to change. It is the case even if you don't T ... even if you are cured of T.
Until one day, science and technology progresses such that we all become immortal and healthy (bacteria is immortal for example), the human condition has to be defined by the will to survive ... the strength to live another day ... despite challenges.
And so many things are in our head, too. Take for example, my love for "silence." I used to love silence because that was when I felt most calm, and I treasured calm immensely. After T, for the longest time, I found no calm. It was terrible. But more recently, I have found calmness despite T (one time playing piano, another time running in the park with my 5 and 7 year old boys, for example). So while I may have lost "silence" forever, I know I don't necessarily have to lose the "essence" of "silence" forever.
I want to wish everyone strong mental fortitude ... and luck. Getting mad at T will just let T rob that many good seconds of your life from you. Don't let it. Find the will to live ... and live well...
Try, we deserve it.