I started to develop tinnitus in September 2013. It began like a dull muffling that went on to become occasional buzzing before transforming into ringing so loud and so incessant I had to wear headphones and listen to a white noise app on my mobile phone to distract myself long enough from it to fall asleep.
It was the first thing I heard every morning and the last thing I heard at night, unless I listened to the soft rainfall, airplane drone or birdsong offered by mobile apps. Even then, I knew I could still hear it if I tried. It wasn’t gone, it was only masked. I was 37.
The start of the ringing coincided with the beginning of the end of my marriage,