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I Was Sleeping 8 Hours. So Why Did I Still Feel Like I Hadn't Slept At All?

I spent nearly two years trying to fix my sleep before I realised sleep wasn't actually the thing that was broken.

Sarah Whitfield

ICU Night Nurse, 11 years 6 min read Updated July 2026

6:24am. Home after another twelve-hour shift. I used to call this part of the day "the crash."

If you work nights, you'll probably know exactly what I mean.

There's a kind of exhaustion nobody warns you about. Not the kind you feel during the shift — that one, you expect. It's the one waiting for you afterwards, when you're driving home while the world eats breakfast, and your body has no idea what time it's supposed to be.

By the time I got into bed, I was so tired I could fall asleep on the sofa mid-sentence. But somewhere between closing my eyes and actually falling asleep, my brain would switch back on. The blackout curtains were closed, the phone was face down, and somehow I was still replaying tomorrow's to-do list.

Eventually I'd fall asleep. Sometimes quickly, sometimes not. But that was never really the part I struggled with. The part I couldn't fix was waking up after seven or eight hours and still feeling like I'd gotten none of the benefit.

Then it started costing me things I couldn't get back.

My son had his first school play in October. Front row, I promised him. I'd been trying to sleep since 9am and it wasn't happening, so at 2pm I told myself I'd just shut my eyes for twenty minutes before getting ready. I woke up to a text from my husband. Blurry photo of my son on stage, half his face cut off. "You okay? Missed you here."

I sat in the bathroom for a while after that. Not crying. Just sitting. My son didn't even ask where I was. He just said "it's okay, Mum" — which somehow felt worse than if he'd been upset.

Friends stopped asking eventually. Not in a dramatic way — nobody sent an angry text. It was quieter than that. "No worries, next time!" enough times and people just stop trying. I cancelled on my sister's birthday dinner because I physically could not get off the sofa. Not tired-tired. The kind of tired where your limbs feel borrowed. She said it was fine. It wasn't fine, we both knew it wasn't fine, we just didn't say anything.

And the thing that made it unbearable was I couldn't even justify it to myself. I'd slept. Seven, eight hours, sometimes more. Try saying "I slept enough but I still can't function" out loud without sounding like an excuse. Eventually I just stopped explaining. Easier to say no before anyone asked twice.

At first I assumed I just needed more sleep. So I stretched the window — earlier curtains, later alarms, convinced myself I'd bank it back eventually. I never did. Everything I read told me the same thing: get more rest. So I tried harder to get more rest.

Eventually I booked an appointment, half-expecting them to find something. Bloodwork, a chat about my schedule, all of it. But everything came back normal.

That was the most frustrating part. Nobody could explain why I was sleeping — and by every measure, sleeping enough — and still waking up wrecked. So I accepted it. Coffee in the morning, wired by mid-shift, and the quiet assumption that this was just what the job cost you.

None of us ever stopped to ask if we were solving the wrong problem.

It wasn't until a conversation with another nurse that I realised I'd been asking the wrong question.

I asked her what she was doing differently. I expected a supplement recommendation, a magnesium brand, maybe a prescription she'd talk everyone into trying. Instead she just looked at me and said: "I don't think your problem is sleep."

I laughed. "I'm literally telling you I can't sleep."

She smiled. "No — I'm saying I don't think that's the real problem." Then she asked the question nobody had asked me: "When you do sleep... do you actually wake up feeling better?"

That stopped me, because the honest answer was no. Some nights I'd sleep exactly what should have been the perfect amount, and still wake up feeling like I'd only closed my eyes for twenty minutes.

I couldn't stop thinking about what she'd said.

I started reading about what actually happens to your body when you work irregular hours. Not blogs. Not influencers. Actual research.

To my surprise, the science kept pointing in the same direction — and for the first time, everything I'd been experiencing finally started making sense.

I hadn't been struggling because I didn't know how to sleep. I'd been struggling because my body never seemed to switch from "stay alert" into "it's safe to recover."

Once I understood that, every failed purchase suddenly made sense.

Melatonin sometimes made me feel sleepy, but feeling sleepy had never really been the problem — I was already exhausted. Blackout curtains made my room darker. White noise made it quieter. A better mattress made it more comfortable. None of them addressed the real problem.

I'd spent almost two years buying products that were trying to improve sleep, when what I actually needed was better recovery.

They're two completely different problems. And once I saw that difference, I couldn't unsee it.

The nurse I spoke to was also the one who first mentioned SOMNO.

Not in a pushy "you have to buy this" kind of way. She simply said:

"It's the first thing I've found that actually helps me leave work at work."

That sentence stayed with me. I looked it up that afternoon. What caught my attention wasn't the branding or the reviews — it was the way they described the problem. They were actually talking about recovery, not promising eight hours of perfect sleep. That made more sense than anything else I'd tried.

The formula combines eight evidence-backed ingredients, each chosen to support a different part of the transition — not to knock you out.

• Ashwagandha — supports a healthy stress response
• Magnesium Bisglycinate — helps the body relax
• L-Theanine & Glycine — calm mental chatter after work
• Reishi & Passionflower — support relaxation and a calmer wind-down
• Lemon Balm — traditionally used to support relaxation
• Apigenin — included as part of the melatonin-free wind-down formula

That last part mattered to me. I wasn't looking for something that forced me to sleep — I wanted something that helped me actually recover from work, instead of simply sleeping through it.

I ordered it without expecting much. If you've worked nights long enough, you become sceptical. Every supplement promises to be different. Most of them aren't.

One thing I appreciated was that SOMNO never pretended to be for everyone.

It's built for people whose schedules don't look anything like a normal day — night shift nurses, paramedics, police officers, factory workers, pilots and flight attendants, and anyone whose bedtime might be 9am one week and midnight the next.

That was honestly the first time I'd seen a sleep product that had actually been designed for people going to bed at noon.

Most supplements seem to assume you finish work at five, have dinner, watch television for a bit and go to bed around ten. That's simply not real life when you work shifts. Some mornings you're trying to fall asleep while your neighbours are mowing the lawn. Some weeks your body has no idea what day it is, never mind what time it's supposed to be asleep.

That's why this made so much sense to me. It wasn't trying to fight my schedule. It was built around it.

What other night shift workers said

The first night wasn't dramatic.

I didn't climb into bed and instantly fall asleep. If anything, what surprised me was how ordinary it felt. I made the drink while I was getting ready for bed, sat on the sofa for a few minutes and finished it before going upstairs.

For the first time in a long time, I wasn't replaying my entire shift while brushing my teeth. That constant internal commentary simply wasn't as loud.

Looking back, I don't think SOMNO magically changed my life overnight. What changed was how consistently I felt able to recover after my shifts.

I still work nights.

Why I nearly talked myself out of trying it

I nearly didn't order it.

By that point, I'd already spent so much money trying to fix my sleep that buying another supplement felt almost embarrassing. There were half-used bottles in the cupboard, a sleep tracker I had stopped wearing and blackout curtains that had made the room darker without making me feel any better.

SOMNO sounded different, but everything sounds different when you're reading the product page.

I left the tab open for two days. Every time I came back to it, I found another reason to wait. Maybe I should research the ingredients more. Maybe I should finish the magnesium I already had. Maybe I should see how I felt after my next run of nights.

But I knew exactly what “waiting until after my next run” would look like.

I'd come home exhausted, sleep for most of the day and still wake up feeling drained. Then I'd spend my days off trying to recover enough to go back and do it all again.

Nothing about my rota was going to change. And everything I was already doing had left me in exactly the same place.

The 90-day guarantee was what finally removed the argument I kept having with myself. I didn't need to convince myself that SOMNO would work before ordering it. I only needed to give it a fair chance and pay attention to whether I genuinely felt a difference.

So I ordered it.

Not because I had suddenly become optimistic, but because I was more tired of staying stuck than I was afraid of being disappointed again.

Looking back, I’m glad I stopped waiting for the perfect reason to try it.