Plus, I will say, uncannily, tinnitus, these days, is a gift!
For me personally. Way more than a sliver lining. More a nice fluffy cloud.
I have become increasingly highly sensitised nerve wise to sounds all around.
My mum the most. I had a few bad acid trios where she totally did the opposite of exactly how to be with somebody on a heavy trip, years back now.
The conditioning can be so powerful though.
I used to love amazing crystal hearing.
Now, it’s a blessing. It muffles mum a bit hahaha, plus crazy school kids with behaviour issues outside with major superiority and attitude complex.
Unfortunate young unloved teenagers, no education, desperate need of guidance.
But these sounds all are sudden, jumpy, very dark noise for noise sake.
Dogs bark etc. Tinnitus is better for my extreme sound nerve reaction.
There isn’t much I think I would change you know, my past. Even Lyme, as destroying as it was, I can’t say I’d choose to have carried on fit worker normal full life guy (lol, on 4-5 grams pure ket weekly, about 25-30 good E pills, as much acid as wages could afford, bestest skunk too, so cheap, fiver
a gram.
2005 this special magic Blueberry/psychosis one arrived. It stank the house out, wrapped up in a drawer, type skunk.
Not quite, normal, perhaps but otherwise.
I’ve gained from the tinnitus, and the trauma of unexpected optic nerve injury in 2016, impairing brain and learning, reading function ever since.
It changed me. Made me deeper. More philosophical. Less attached.
Life takes its course. We really do need to trust a little more I swear.
Das all, lol.
