The insomnia cure I didn't expect...

After decades being tired and wired, I'm sleeping (almost) through the night. Turns out, one person's sedative is another person's panic attack

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Have you ever been so tired you have nothing left to say?

I know I haven’t. Or rather, hadn’t, until now.

I’ve always been someone with a racing mind, the sort of busy brain that means sleep is rare. For almost my entire adult life, I could be found awake at 4am formulating opinions and having frenzied debates inside my own head. If there wasn’t some terrifying breaking news story playing on my mind, I’d find another anxiety to keep it active – outfit planning, perhaps, or that thing I did in 2001 when I was drunk in front of that person I’ve never seen since, before disappearing into the mattress in a puddle of shame.

While all this has certainly been helpful when it comes to filling column inches ­– a features journalist only ever being as successful as their last vehemently argued opinion – it hasn’t been conducive to relaxation, wellbeing, or basic, bog standard Zzzs.