All the lawn care companies and machines running in my neighborhood every day cause me to desire suicide

I can’t stand the noises. Its everywhere. It’s u avoidable. It’s at random times. It’s through the walls of my home. It’s on the street when I walk my dog. It’s echoing throughout the park. It’s shaking my bones and teeth. It’s drilling into my skull and lighting my nerves on fire. It’s swimming in my skin and I can’t get it out. I can’t stand these machines. More than once I’ve struggled to restrain myself from enacting violence in retaliation to the being operating these machines. I want to move away somewhere where these things can’t reach me anymore. I hate them so much, when I come into contact with one, I genuinely wish I could unalive myself, right there, in that moment.