I can only speak to my experience, but I haven't had one in over 10 years. Mine were so debilitating that I would lose periods of time. 30 minutes, up to 2 hours at a time. Stress was the root of mine, therefore I eliminated the stress-related things. I sold everything and set myself up with no bills, nowhere to be, doing things that I want to do, not things that I had to do. It's a major lifestyle change, It's extreme and not for everyone, but it worked for me. I hope that you find what works for you.
'when your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill
-old little feat lyrics.
stress kills.
'What produces cortisol in the body?
Cortisol is a hormone produced by the two adrenal , which are located on top of each kidney. The pituitary gland in the brain regulates cortisol production. Cortisol plays an important role in the stress response. Maintaining an adequate balance of cortisol is essential for health.'
of course, that posters comment aboot 'diet' anything products, is absolutely correct in the implication - poison. a direct and irrefutable causation for a lot of neural weirdness, like thc intake beyond an ability to handle it.
we each have a highly unique ability to handle these inputs.
bottom line? high rpms (beyond the ability for our machine to regularly handle it)
wear out our machine. 'fight or flight,' despite that brief history of us wearing pants, still dominates aboot 90% of our waking thoughts. period. turn off that cortisol fuel injector in our machine as much as possible. like the cortisone shot, it just melts away bone and tissue.
cut down screentime to a level that, over time, demonstrates to you by experience, a level that your machine can handle. the whole package -eyes, your back from sitting so much, poor food and rest habits, the whole shebang, will benefit.
in the op's case, and even tho you have a high level ability for basketball analysis, mebbe, just mebbe, it's too much for your machine to deal with.
signed, someone who learned long ago that my conscious abilities, at times, were far beyond my physical abilities to handle 'crushing' many things that the world rewarded me for crushing.
keep it. im going home to watch cartoons, and then head out for a stroll cuz i sat too much. i don't care how much u pay me, or shower accolades, i ain't doing it, cuz i
can't.
enlightenment.
we had a uncle relation long ago, around late 1800s, who was famously known to us as the laziest man on earth. a good dude by all accounts, he was a champion porch sitter back in the gogo days of Bridgeport's industrial explosion. he married a gogo wife who had stores and such around the east side of town, and they were a perfect match cuz their life was 'u do what u can do, and i'll do what i can do.' both lived well into their 90s. once, she made him get out of the chair, and head down to Florida to check out that place. we have the pictures. he had to stand up for those, in a studio with fake palm trees, and sand on the floor. prolly needed another nap after that busy day.
