Anyone else get an evening of sickening angst, nervousness, borderline depression and anxiety laden gloom when they had a drink the night before?

[colditz]

I didn't drink very much, but I did have several shots of vodka, and I am noticing that I get this dreadful feeling after a night of vodka drinking, but not so much with other drinks.

I woke without a hangover, but without fail, by roughly 5pm I have started to ... brood, I suppose the word is.

What is causing this? Why is it happening?

yes it is called The Fear.
I get it a lot. All day.
horrible isn't it. tbh I think spirits are the worst.

Aye, Monday morning is bad for me. So now I've cut down on Sunday drinking.

Alcohol is a depressant, once the high goes, you'll be very down.

It is real then!? I'm not just hypochondriacing my way into a disease?

a few years ago I thought I was going mad ... I had a full blown anxiety attack for no apparent reason, following a very heavy vodka night.

So what is 'The Fear'? I have not heard of this befpre!

Yes, i have self loathing if i drink too much. Actually it's just general loathing of everything and everybody. Only if i've overdone it and especially with spirits. Doesn't happen very often luckily.

I get this horrible thing where I get into bed, pass out fall asleep, and then wake up about three hours later with heart racing, completely unable to go back to sleep. But thats only when I have drunk quite a bit.

I know what you mean about brooding tho, I get a sort of personal cloud of misery and weepiness but for me I think its more down to the not enough sleep.

I definitely get depressed the next day after too much to drink, and it's worse if it coincides with PMT!

It's awful, often kicks in mid afternoon, and leaves me fearing I have forgotten to do something really important, or something awful is going to happen, or I will forget to do something really important, or that the SS will suddenly start taking an interest in my children etc.

All completely irrational. The only way I have fouynd to deal with it is happy music and then to bed to sleep it off.

But gosh, I have some diazepam upstairs (for hypodermic type situations like dentists)and although I won't take it while I am alone with the kids (in case I fall asleep a bit too heavy) I feel like I want to take it.

sweetie it isn't called the Fear for nothing!
lay off the voddy.

I am so glad it is real and not a sign that depression is returning!

No more vodka ever for me. I didn't realise that it was that causing it.

how about wine and beer? > or is this going to get worse as I get older?

Thought it was just me. Didn't realise this was so common. Just as well I don't drink much these days.

I'm afraid for me all it takes is wine or beer, not even spirits!

OMG,did I write this thread??
I talk about this a lot on MN.
A night's drinking leaves me debiltated for up to three days (I'm not even talking huge amounts,even 5 glasses of wine over a long evening).

I experience everything you describe as well as extreme tearfulness and self pity.It is bloody awful.
I don't drink much at all these days because of it (and also because dh usually away and drinking alone is not good). Very odd because I used to be a BIG drinker and general all round good time gal.

Im very familiar with the stomach churning, totsy turvy feeling of anxiety accompanied by irritable temperament and nasty dark thoughts after a night of heavy drinking.

It's ok if I only have a bit and if I have moderate amounts in can be combatted a bit by drinking water drink for drink and eating something with protein in it before bed (cheese on toast is a favourite).

I think it must be a triple whammy of low blood glucose, dehydration and low serotonin.

Also find I get it if i drink a couple of glasses of wine more than 2 nights on the trot. Not as severe but get irritable and stressed out, overwhelmed by things.

Lots of cheese the next day really helps, bizarre but true, honest!

I haven't drunk vodka for years. gin isn't great for me either.
beer and wine are generally fine, but not in huge quantities
I am not a big drinker btw and not at all prone to depression either

it's very depressing the day after, i used to get panic attacks when i was drinking loads years ago.

I had this exact thing a couple of weeks ago. A friend calls them Panic Hangovers. It is the worst, most gloomy-but-stressy feeling. And the paranoia, yuckyness that it entails can last for a good few days in my case, I don't even have to drink that much.

It is God's way of making sure mothers don't go off the rails.

I feel so jealous of my dh who can enjoy the odd night of drunken abandon without any of these feelings.

When I first met dh 8 years ago used to have panic attacks, now realise they were probably due to my almost nightly visits to the pub courtesy of Mr Stella Artois

aka 'Wife Beater'
I could down 8-10 pints a night as a student,shag and take drugs all night then spring up the next day,fresh as a daisy.

God,the irony of it as I sit her now in flannel pyjamas, and pink Crocs, nursing a cocoa.

Sounds v familiar, when a student nurse, left a late shift, out all night "pound a pint night" something to keep me awake so I could drink more (!!) then a couple of hours sleep then up bright and early for an early shift.

No one the wiser!

Now just off to sort my recycling

I used to get this - often on ONE drink - and that was before pg!

I've always thought that, as well as being a depressant, alcohol kinda 'lifts the lid' - it disinhibits you. For some, that means, dancing on the table. For others, I guess it means, suddenly hearing all those scary thoughts you successfully squash most of the time.

that was my theory, anyway...

I think it's angst coupled with the burden of responsibility.

But while I am drunk, I am a dancing on the tables girl. Eyelash batting, rollicking home and collapsing in a happy heap in bed.

Wake up next morning, fine, no hangover, feel a bit fuzzy but that is to be expected ... 4pm, BAM, misery, irrational thoughts, major paranoia .. reminding me slightly of my teenage forays into cannabis, shortly before I would chuck a mojor wobbler, scream at everyone to stop talking about me and go and get into bed with a duvet over my head and a pint of water.

It has pretty much worn off now ... it is so BLEAK, like my life has been stripped of all my fluffily positive misconceptions, leaving the bear wastes of reality. Feels like I went past sobriety and out the other side!

The pink fog has now rolled back in.