I ruminate. In addition to being diagnosed autistic, ADHD, bipolar (type 2), and living with CPTSD and lifelong tinnitus. My inner dialogue is hard to shut up once it gets going. I tend to read to sleep, which generally helps. However, some hostile worker in my brain once thought it would be funny to give me nightmares and stressmares to wake me when I need to pee, and the pattern stuck Most of the time, my air filter's white noise and either crickets or rain ASMR calm me okay, drown out the tinnitus. If I find I can not go back to sleep, sometimes I will read again if I can shift focus; but more often these days I just turn on a podcast. Basically, I need cerebral distraction using as few senses as possible. It took years to get used to my CPAP, even the simple nostril strap I use, and I'm mostly used to wearing a lightweight mask to block the ridiculous number of lights we have nowadays. But it's so much crap touching me when I just want my mind and body to take a break from one another.
I'll discuss GABA with my psychiatrist. We just finished the process of shifting from an SSRI to bupropion and so far, so good, except that I'm still in that early stage off the Duloxetine where I still get the weird withdrawal weird-headedness, which will pass. I've put a lot of energy of late into fine tuning my feeding and meds timing, too, and seem to have had good results, save the sudden mild deficiency in blood cells. Other doctors and I are pursuing answers for that, hopefully will just turn out to be a side effect of now-gone giant kidney stones (calcium oxalates, the ironic dark side of eating lots of veggies).
But you never know. I went through intensive chemo, a sternotomy with tumor resection, and about 5.5 months of antibiotics over 9 months, 12 years ago, and I'm still discovering ways in which all that f'ed up my body. Gut seems to finally be normal(ish), now. Sleep mostly okay, other than as mentioned above, now that the gut is okay and I've eliminated all the extra sources of chronic inflammation (turns out I must not eat allium, e.g. garlic, sadness), I've (mostly) stopped injuring myself for thinking I could still exert myself the way I could when I was 4, much less 40 (cancer at 42). My life is so… gratuitous with the unnecessary. LOL Small wonder I have such a dark sense of humor; but that kept me in good straits with all my care teams. Attitude matters. And I've seen how much worse it can be for me. Fine, I turn 55 in a few weeks and it no longer feels like aged 20 years in one, just half that. It's a work in progress. Yes, I'm just blithering at this point. :)
I'm looking at the troscriptions website and will do the rest of my yammering with my psychiatrist and nutritionist. Thanks for the content. As you can see by the flood of alphabet soup, I got me thinking about what I'll tackle next. Replacing my passport and convincing friends in other countries to sponsor me?