Hey everybody, I'm Sam, 26, and I've had tinnitus for going on four months now. It started when I simultaneously caught a mild cold and started taking Wellbutrin, not sure which caused it (though I went off Wellbutrin for a week and it didn't alleviate anything). It's been getting gradually worse ever since. I've still got a "plugged-up" feeling in my ears too, but they were much more painful in the first couple of months. I hear a constant, high-pitched buzz/ring (with an occasional loud pulse when it's really quiet). I've been to both my primary doctor and an ENT. Neither found anything wrong: no infection, no fluid buildup, not even any hearing loss, which I find strange because I struggle to understand movies w/o subtitles! (They didn't ask many questions either, basically just "what does it sound like?" and "which ear/s is it in?") The ENT is sending me for a CT scan next week, and then to a specialty ear clinic out of town. I'm struggling. A lot. I mask every moment I can, usually with a combination of fans and white noise apps (neither always works on their own). Sometimes I get insomnia from it. I've compared my T to my dad's (a 60-year-old drummer who didn't wear proper hearing protection for decades), and mine takes louder noise to mask. I'm terrified I might lose my job to T. I work in a library (hence the name), and I love it there. Usually I'm at the circulation desk or in the stacks. But, both of those places are quiet (I used to love quiet...), and I can't carry my phone or wear headphones. So even if I'm running the heater at the desk, I can still hear the T constantly, and several times now I've nearly broken down in front of patrons. I'm hoping the clinic will fit me with masking devices of some sort, so I can wear them at work and keep my job. But beyond that, I'm feeling rather hopeless; I had damaging depression and anxiety before this started, and the T has amplified them both, undoing all the good the antidepressants did. I don't see an optimistic future ahead of me, not when I'm barely able to function because of this. (Honestly, there's been a few moments where the feeling bordered on suicidal, particularly when the ENT told me there was nothing else he could do.) I'm going to talk to my counselor about this next week. So, yeah. That's my story at the moment. If anyone has words of advice or comfort, I'd love to hear them.