“Exit Light. Enter Night. “
Simple advice from the band Metallica. Yet I couldn't follow it.
There really should be only two simple steps in getting to sleep: turning off the light and closing your eyes. Yet, as I lie awake every night, tossing and turning, admonishing myself, disturbing my partner, and wishing for the morning, it’s clear that those two steps — and the fifty others I had added to my sleep routine weren’t working.
I know I need eight hours of sleep a day; sleep is good for the body; you can’t function without sleep. I know all the facts.
I. Just. Can’t. Sleep.
Welcome to the world of insomnia.
Insomnia can lead to many things — obviously tiredness, but also anxiety, depression and more. It’s a worrying sign that when I google insomnia, the second suggestion that pops up is “Can insomnia kill you?” Thanks, Google, for the reassuring words.
Sheep trial #1: Counting is boring but doesn’t make you sleep
“Have you tried counting sheep?”
Seriously, that’s the first bit of advice I received. Counting sheep. Isn’t that an old wives tale? I tried it. I got up to Sheep Number Infinity. I completed the Final Level of Sheep Counting. It was baaaaaad idea. Much like that joke.
Sheep trial #2: Phone = Bad
My insomnia nightmare began eight years ago. I had started a new business, and stress levels were at a peak. With work covering several time zones, I was glued to my phone and checking emails at all hours.
The minute I woke up, I would reach for my phone and start checking emails. Before turning off my phone at night, I would check emails. Even in the middle of the night, I’d jump onto emails.
The iPhone was controlling my sleep, and I needed to remove it. I was addicted, and my sleep was suffering.
Sheep trial #3: When you need an Excel spreadsheet to manage your routine it’s too much
The phone was the main cause of sleep disruption. Googling for solutions (and quickly scrolling past the “Can insomnia kill you?”) suggested establishing a routine was essential. I needed a process that said to my brain, “Brain, Ash is going to go to sleep soon, lets shut this thing down.”
Babies have a routine. There are hundreds of books about getting babies into a routine for good sleep patterns. My new Man Baby Sleep Routine started 90 minutes before bedtime: Shower, no electronics, reading a book, in bed by 9:30 P.M., wind downtime.
There were so many steps in my routine, I needed a Project Manager to guide me through it. But still sleep evaded me.
Sheep trials #4 to #113: The drugs don’t work
The next step was taking tablets. I tried prescription sleeping tablets — these would knock me out for the night, but the next day I felt like I had done 10 rounds with Mike Tyson. I would awake feeling like I was jet-lagged.
Avoiding big Pharma, I turned to Mother Nature and her array of natural herbal remedies. Valerian. Melatonin. Lavender. Chloroform. Well, not the last one, but it was tempting. With my vast supply, I was the Pablo Escobar of Herbal tablets. I was popping all sorts of pills (they’re natural — they can’t hurt!) trying to strike a combination that worked. None did.
Sheep trial #114 to 203: Being a human guinea pig ain’t fun
Next on the hit list were physical remedies. The Chinese, and Google, had a few that were recommended, so I put my body to the test.
Acupuncture — being a human pin cushion wasn’t as painful as it looks. It also wasn’t helpful.
Cupping — using suction to make my bad non-sleepy blood flow better is supposed to be relaxing and assist sleep. I would emerge from these sessions with a chessboard pattern across my body. These served as a reminder for another failed experiment.
Flotation — lying in a sensory deprivation tank is a way to calm the mind. This would work for the hour I floated in a claustrophobic tank, but as soon I re-entered the world of senses, the brain kicked into overdrive, and I was awake as usual.
I quickly decided to end my foray into alternative healing.
Sheep trials #204–398: When your bedroom is like a sharper image showroom
The master advertisers on the internet spying on my Google searches, started filling my social feed with ads for products that promised “The Best Sleep You’ve Ever Had!!!! And much like the bored late-night TV viewer mindlessly buying an Ab Burner 1000 on the Home Shopping network, I started collecting these products.
The Calming Blanket — designed to recreate your mother’s womb. I don’t know if that is comforting or frightening. Weighing 44 pounds, the blanket restricted my movements. I felt like I was wrestling (unsuccessfully) a heavyweight champion and being pinned down for a count of 1000.
Next up were the Soothing Sleep Machines. I found one that had a soft red light that gradually dimmed, whilst playing ocean noises. It was like Enya was in my bedroom. It did assist in getting me to sleep, but at 2 A.M. when my brain was jolted into action and my slumber ended, it was ineffective. Next.
The Sleep Mask 5.0 (or some such name) was a super thick mask that covered most of my face. Effective for robbing banks but less so for sleep.
There was also a wide range of apps that were recommended to me. Calm. Headspace. Go the F*ck to Sleep.
I had more gadgets and technology in my bedroom than NASA. Houston we have a problem — none are working.
Sheep trial #5003 (who’s counting): Drink a cherry juice and Magnesium Glycinate cocktail before bed
My final step was to spend a week at a Health & Wellness Retreat. With a focus on nutrition, fitness, and mental health, my primary goal was to get an even more personalized sleep program for myself. I booked a session with a Sleep Coach. This is a fascinating career choice in my opinion. “OK team, we’ve worked and trained for this. On the count of 3 …. let’s sleep 1…2…zzzzz.”
Hundreds of ideas were tossed about. Ice cold showers before bed. Meditation. Deep stretching. Magnesium Bisglycinate — this last one was advised to be the most effective. Something that hard to pronounce had to be.
I tried all of these. Yet even in the peaceful surroundings of Phuket, Thailand, my mind would still wander at night. On the last night, I met another guest whose mother was a sleep coach in the UK.
“Have you tried sour cherry juice?” At first, I thought she was having me on.
“It works. All the time,” she assured me.
Upon my return, I went to find magnesium glycinate. No stores in Melbourne had them, but I found a US store and ordered some.
Like a child the night before Christmas (excited and sleepless), I waited for my package to arrive. When it did, I eagerly had a dose and almost spat it out. Bisglycinate may be a great word for Scrabble but it tasted awful. I waited expectantly for the results, but with all the added pressure I couldn’t sleep.
Two weeks passed — forcing myself to have this awful magnesium, drinking cherry juice, and meditating/stretching/cold showering. Eventually, I decided to combine the magnesium and the cherry juice like a mad scientist. Lo and behold, this led to my perfect sleep formula!
I managed to sleep through the night — like a baby whose parents followed a routine — and it worked.
8 years and 5003 sheep later, I was able to sleep!
Insomnia can be a debilitating condition. It’s like being jet-lagged 100% of the time. I tried many solutions and in the end, a fairly simple one seemed to work.
Maybe my brain had given in and even a placebo would’ve worked? Maybe, for some strange reason, cherry and magnesium combine to have a powerful effect on me. I don’t believe there is one solution for all people.
I had a lot of people GUARANTEE that doing X will work. It never did. But I do believe that there is one solution that will work for everyone.
You may be lucky and the Original Solution — counting sheep — will work for you. It could be a hot cup of chamomile tea, or a meditation app.
Just like finding that one fish in the sea to become your partner, there is one sheep out there for all insomniacs.
I hope you can find your Cherry and Magnesium.
“Take my hand.
We’re off to never-never land”
Thanks Metallica. I will.