My Tinnitus sprung up on one fateful night, when I was maybe 13 or so years old.
Lots of fighting amidst the family that day made it hard to sleep. I tossed and turned for hours in my bed, combatting this slowly intensifying dread and restless legs (the dread would be best described as similar to the hollowness I felt after my first breakup: the type that you feel).Intermittently begged my parents for comfort, consistently ignored.
Eventually, at ~2:30AM that school night, I was sitting in the floor of my bedroom, a mess of emotions, consumed in an ouroboros of anxiety, trying to calm myself with an I-Spy book.
That’s when the ringing started.
It’s been with me ever since.
Fuckin’ weird how that happened, but yeah I wasn’t sleeping when I should have been when I succumbed to the curse.