Whats been the lowest point in your life?

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Kind of both. If you've ever played call of duty, it basically sounds like when you get flashed by a flash bang except not quite so loud in volume. The pitch is the same though. Not sure about the dB's, but I think mine is louder than most peoples'.

That's interesting. I really hope so. I've been to a few doctors for it and it's just one of those things where they say "Sorry, there's nothing we can do." I hope they go to work on their experimenting as soon as possible. I would even volunteer.

pianist

Yeah, that's the standard doctor line, and really, it's more or less true right now on the medical front. But there's actually a lot a person can do to help deal with it, as I've found through the internet. Radio static is nice. And just the general knowledge that other people have it and adapted to it made it easier for me to come to terms with it.

I'm not sure I'd volunteer for this new potential treatment, as there's really no telling what effect it will have on human hearing. Rats can't report on subjective symptoms. The last thing I'd want is to make it worse, especially now that it doesn't bother me as much.

Were you able to figure out what caused yours? No idea with mine. I have a feeling it may be related to my TM joint, although hearing damage is still possible in spite of my hearing test indicating I have no loss.

Yeah, I use some sort of white noise a lot. Having noise is more peaceful for me than not having noise now :?

That is true... I think I would be willing to take that risk though.

I also have no hearing loss. I think mine was due to mixing medications. I had the upper respiratory flu and took a bunch of sick medicine which I think backfired on me. Have you looked into anything for TMJ? Because if that is the cause there's a chance of recovery.

I saw a dead cat by the sidewalk and went up to it and felt bad.

Every waking moment. I won't go into detail.

My ex girlfriend broke up with me because my best friend stabbed me in the back and lied to her and told her that i was apparently cheating on her. So i started drinking and gambling, even doing drugs from time to time. Needles to say i got involved with some very bad people and owed money to the mafia that i had to pay them back quick. So one day a guy called Louie the Wrench came to visit me and he started cursing at me and slapping me around until i snapped, all the bad memories i had from my childhood (the bullying, mocking) combined with the misery state my girlfriend left after she decided to break up with me and go and marry my best friend led to an action with unforeseen consequences. I started fighting back and he died after he accidentally fell down the stairs and hit his head, and i knew no one would believe me so i had to bury him. And i did, alone, in the woods... But his crew knew i was somehow involved in his disappearance so they put a bounty on my head, after all, they thought i killed a made man. But they didn't know that i killed him in self defense and i bet they didn't care.

So i went to hiding untill someone called and told me he had got my girlfriend and said he would kill her if i don't show up, my love to her overwhelmed my so i had go and save her, but on the way to pier the FBI intercepted me and they told that they been following me and that the guy who called me was the boss of the family called Johny the Chin and the uncle of the guy i apparently killed. They offered me to wear a wire in exchange for immunity and enrollment in the witness protection program. I had no choice i had to accept it, i wore a wire and it was a success, they got him on tape and convicted him of kidnapping in aid of racketeering, he got 20 years for that. I sorted myself after that and married the girl of my dreams after that event, she dumped my friend who was killed in a car crash earlier this year.

So today, 5 years later i'm happily married with children, have a nice job and live in a nice suburb, i will never drink nor gamble again. And boy am i glad i sorted my life out.

Blaminator1221

for me, it would probably be my sophomore year in high school. I started to smoke too much marijuana and it was beginning to affect my grades deeply. I started to have lots of arguments with my parents all the time and just focused on getting high as a means to escape all the pressure and stress. But all it did was put even more stress and anxiety on me.

In a way, i thought that I was starting to lose myself and my personality. I began to realize that this person really isn't me and that I was starting to hate myself for all the problems I had created. I remember one time, I even looked in the mirror one time after a huge argument with my parents, and just started staring at myself, wondering where had I gone wrong? I started to cry and that's when I decided that it was time to reform.

I eventually decided to cut back on the drugs and as a result, my grades have spiked this year and so have my relations with my family and my overall happiness. I was messed up for a while but ultimately, it made me a much wiser and realistic person and I'm glad it did.

Diagnosed with cancer a month before my 21st birthday. Pulled out of school, work, loss of friends, and shoved into a world filled with unknowables complimented by miserable treatment, in addition to being told I had a few months to live. Not an easy time. Now I really can't think of anything to complain about, because, quite frankly, I'm just grateful to be alive and it's given me a perspective that everything else in my life so far is peanuts in comparison.

it would be what i'm living now, i'm 25 and still live with my parents, have no job, have maybe 10 dollars to my name, and have no job...it could be worse but can't think about anything else

when i thought my gran was going to die.

Having an affair not the birghtest of ideas! My Darkest day will come no doubt.

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My ex girlfriend broke up with me because my best friend stabbed me in the back and lied to her and told her that i was apparently cheating on her. So i started drinking and gambling, even doing drugs from time to time. Needles to say i got involved with some very bad people and owed money to the mafia that i had to pay them back quick. So one day a guy called Louie the Wrench came to visit me and he started cursing at me and slapping me around until i snapped, all the bad memories i had from my childhood (the bullying, mocking) combined with the misery state my girlfriend left after she decided to break up with me and go and marry my best friend led to an action with unforeseen consequences. I started fighting back and he died after he accidentally fell down the stairs and hit his head, and i knew no one would believe me so i had to bury him. And i did, alone, in the woods... But his crew knew i was somehow involved in his disappearance so they put a bounty on my head, after all, they thought i killed a made man. But they didn't know that i killed him in self defense and i bet they didn't care.

So i went to hiding untill someone called and told me he had got my girlfriend and said he would kill her if i don't show up, my love to her overwhelmed my so i had go and save her, but on the way to pier the FBI intercepted me and they told that they been following me and that the guy who called me was the boss of the family called Johny the Chin and the uncle of the guy i apparently killed. They offered me to wear a wire in exchange for immunity and enrollment in the witness protection program. I had no choice i had to accept it, i wore a wire and it was a success, they got him on tape and convicted him of kidnapping in aid of racketeering, he got 20 years for that. I sorted myself after that and married the girl of my dreams after that event, she dumped my friend who was killed in a car crash earlier this year.

So today, 5 years later i'm happily married with children, have a nice job and live in a nice suburb, i will never drink nor gamble again. And boy am i glad i sorted my life out.

butteman12

for me, it would probably be my sophomore year in high school. I started to smoke too much marijuana and it was beginning to affect my grades deeply. I started to have lots of arguments with my parents all the time and just focused on getting high as a means to escape all the pressure and stress. But all it did was put even more stress and anxiety on me.

In a way, i thought that I was starting to lose myself and my personality. I began to realize that this person really isn't me and that I was starting to hate myself for all the problems I had created. I remember one time, I even looked in the mirror one time after a huge argument with my parents, and just started staring at myself, wondering where had I gone wrong? I started to cry and that's when I decided that it was time to reform.

I eventually decided to cut back on the drugs and as a result, my grades have spiked this year and so have my relations with my family and my overall happiness. I was messed up for a while but ultimately, it made me a much wiser and realistic person and I'm glad it did.

Right now....

Dropped out of school, no job, no real friends, broke up with my girlfriend around 2 months ago and she's still playing me around (and she's playing around with another guy as well), thats the only thing that has me still here though, the hope she'll come back.

Even tried commiting a few days ago, took my brothers box cutter and had at my wrists, didnt work though as the ex walked in and put a stop to it.

it would be what i'm living now, i'm 25 and still live with my parents, have no job, have maybe 10 dollars to my name, and have no job...it could be worse but can't think about anything else

mlbslugger86

You have your health. So long as you have that you'll end up fine.

Some of us... not so lucky.

when my catyo-yo died when i was in sixth greade

my dad showed me her in the laundry room.

lowest day in my life :(

Right now....

Dropped out of school, no job, no real friends, broke up with my girlfriend around 2 months ago and she's still playing me around (and she's playing around with another guy as well), thats the only thing that has me still here though, the hope she'll come back.

Even tried commiting a few days ago, took my brothers box cutter and had at my wrists, didnt work though as the ex walked in and put a stop to it.

mr_blobby213

that's about as low as one can get i suppose...and here i was thinking mine was when my dad shot our dog, when i was 12, for biting our stupid cat..

There was a point in my undergrad where I felt like giving up. Seeing all my friends having a blast during their college years wasn't easy for me to swallow since I was always stuck inside my apartment trying to keep up with the curriculum. At some point, I stopped receiving invitations to go places with my buddies and that really dragged me down. It wasn't their fault since I would always say "no" and even though I knew I wouldn't be able to make those cross-country trips with them, I still felt bummed that they didn't ask. Combine that with a bad relationship break up the past semester and some financial difficulties; I had the perfect story of a potential college dropout. I was about to as well since I received bad grades that semester. Luckily someone was able to straighten me out before I fudged up the following semester.

I was interning at a hospital at the time and I spoke to an orthopedist who was a Gulf War veteran. He compared his life to mines and at the end of the day, my problems felt insignificant. He basically embarrased the hell out of me by pointing out that my perceived "suffering" was due to my own immaturity and lack of perspective. He was ultimately correct and I realized that I was being a total **** about my situation.

Needless to say, I straightened myself up and busted my ass off for the rest of those years. I may not be familiar with the "wild" college experience that my friends reminisce about all the time but I figured that I will make up for the lost time by partying hard after med school (unlikely I know, but I need something to look forward to, especially with all this debt). I'm currently a huge fan of the classic seasons of "Scrubs" and in many ways that surgeon reminded me of Bob Kelso.

As another poster has stated already, suffering is all relative to your experience. You tend to think that you have the crappiest problems ever until you experience or witness even worse scenarios. As long as you have the physical ability to remedy your situation, failure is a product of your own lack of ambition. The only time you can ever excuse yourself into not accomplishing your goals is if, somehow, those goals become permanently out of your reach. When I say permanent, I mean something along the lines of aspiring to become a top class olympic athlete but being unable to do so because a car accident has turned you into a quadriplegic.

Right now. Still a lad, but a dark future awaits if I don't make the most of it (and I don't).

When the Crystal Castles show I went to ended.