My sleep is like a sullen teenager, occasionally susceptible towards being reasoned with but often pointlessly rebellious and arbitrary in its whims. There’s a certain predictability to it, only in the sense that all teenage rebellion largely follows the same formula but there’s also a sense of powerlessness over it’s whims.
I’ve heard of people who can fall asleep within a predictable 15 minutes of crawling into bed and that feels like a unattainable luxury to me. Sleep comes to me when it comes to me and occasionally if it comes to me. Like a teenager with a curfew, it’s more honored in the breach than the observance.
Over the years, I’ve figured out a couple of tricks to tame it, playing old episodes of TV shows seems to hasten sleep somewhat and each show seems to have a different intensity to its effect. Some shows are so soporific that trying to genuinely watch them causes me to fall asleep within 5 - 10 minutes, even when I’m well rested, making actually enjoying them difficult. Unfortunately, each show needs to have faded enough from my memory before I can watch it again, which means I’m constantly churning through shows, trying to find ones that will work for me.