Anxiety and is very challenging to deal with.

I find excessive alcohol and lack of sleep make mine worse.

Yes, exactly what triggers me too.
Problem is that i am borderline alcoholic and alcohol makes me not sleep...
Then i get anxiety which leads to depression..

So basically i am f...ed.... as there is no way i want to quit drinking....

Drinking and excercising are the only 2 hobbies ... i share with my wife...

Hey moose
Is all ok?
You appear to be in a conversation with yourself
Talking about drinking/ borderline alcoholic etc
Don’t give up on the drinking thread it’s very good
Alcohol is terrible for anxiety, try to cut back on it

Cheers for looking out for me. I don't drink work nights... ?

When i was younger i had no clue this monster called anxiety would hit me as i got older... started approx at 40 ish.
My anxiety is pretty much 100% centred around the well being of my daughters. My daughters are doing great. Uni degrees / careers and great fiancees... But over the years i had alot of anxiety over their uni work, cars, apartments... basically about their safety...
I guess they are my little girls... Now in their mid 20's i think i can relax and trust that they are safe and capable of taking care of themeselves.... My anxiety has decreased but i get older i feel like my resiliance is way lesss. I don't handle bad days or small problems as well as did younger... Maybe that is what aging does to us all ?

Did i mention..i drink to escape my anxiety... When i get drunk i no longer feel my anxiety...
Of course the next day i wake up and it is MUCH worse...
I wonder if this how people become alchoholics...... is it caused by their anxiety..... hmmmmmm ? Am i wrong ?

OK - rant over.

Thanks winnie for listening to me. People on PR always seem to be there for each other.....

Cheers for looking out for me. I don't drink work nights... ?

When i was younger i had no clue this monster called anxiety would hit me as i got older... started approx at 40 ish.
My anxiety is pretty much 100% centred around the well being of my daughters. My daughters are doing great. Uni degrees / careers and great fiancees... But over the years i had alot of anxiety over their uni work, cars, apartments... basically about their safety...
I guess they are my little girls... Now in their mid 20's i think i can relax and trust that they are safe and capable of taking care of themeselves.... My anxiety has decreased but i get older i feel like my resiliance is way lesss. I don't handle bad days or small problems as well as did younger... Maybe that is what aging does to us all ?

Did i mention..i drink to escape my anxiety... When i get drunk i no longer feel my anxiety...
Of course the next day i wake up and it is MUCH worse...
I wonder if this how people become alchoholics...... is it caused by their anxiety..... hmmmmmm ? Am i wrong ?

OK - rant over.

Thanks winnie for listening to me. People on PR always seem to be there for each other.....

The idea is that the body initially adjusts for alcohol's effects in order to maintain normal sleep during the first half of the night. During the second half of the night, however—even after elimination—the body stubbornly continues to adjust, ultimately overcompensating and resulting in sleep disruption.

But exactly what is adjusting, and what's causing the rebound effect?

The short answer is: nobody really knows the whole story—because nobody fully understands sleep yet. But, neurochemically, we have some theories.

When you take a swig of alcohol, it goes right into the bloodstream. As such, it's in your brain within minutes.

Alcohol mimics gamma-aminobutyric acic (GABA), the major inhibitory neurotransmitter in the brain. When bound to a GABA receptor on a neuron, alcohol allows either the influx of negative (or efflux of positive) ions, giving the cell a more negative charge. Thus, the neuron's attempt to fire an action potential is thwarted.

Similarly, alcohol also inhibits the brain's major excitatory neurotransmitter, glutamate, by blocking function at glutamate's NMDA receptors. (The same is true for acetylcholine and serotonin receptors.)

Since glutamatergic and GABAergic neurons comprise 90% of all brain cells, this is a pretty big deal.

Especially since alcohol also enhances GABA absorption back into the neuron, and even more especially since GABA is recycled into glutamate in a vicious cycle:

After an evening of drinking, the theory is that GABA dominates the first half of the night, allowing us to fall asleep (and deeply!). But once GABA is metabolized, much of it becomes the excitatory glutamate. And it's in glutamate-releasing brain regions like the reticular activating system (which partially modulates sleep/wake and arousal) where the midnight disruptions kick in.

I suppose that there are certain things that put your life in perspective and what I heard yesterday was one of them.

My wife's boss'es (about 35) wife (she 33) gave birth to a child last Thursday. She died from an infection two days ago.

I don't even know the man but I'm devastated for him. My wife is very very upset. Hold your loved ones dear guys - every moment is precious.

So....

In the spirit of unburdening. I would have to say that the last five or six years have been a bit of a mare. With a bastard of a boss (We had a staff turnover over 3 years of 400%), health problems (Cancer for me, and my Brother. Remitting/relapsing MS for my wife, and a major hysterectomy for her as well) things could have gone smoother.

So now, at the end of 2019, our health problems seem to be mostly behind us. The MS is in check, the cancer is done and I am now in a great job, with great people and a great boss, and midway through December, I just tanked emotionally. I was so far down, and for no apparent reason apart from the possibility that the last 6 years took way more of a toll than I thought. So I saw a counsellor (Which my new job paid for!), who referred me to my GP. Turns out, I'm depressed. Clinically. Who would have thought as I seem like a happy go lucky guy!

Anyway, I am now on antidepressants. Low Dose, 1/2 a tab a day. Have been since Xmas Eve. The change has been huge. The anxiety has dropped, I'm more sociable, more assertive. After a week, My tastebuds seemed to reboot. I was tasting food again and I hadn't realized I had stopped tasting food. I don't explode at the kids. We laugh, smile. Honestly, it has been a revelation.

Having to turn to this sort of solution was something I never thought I would do. We try to be staunch and power our way through, but I have to say, that even though I am at the start of this process, I should have done it long ago. I am starting to realise what an immense strain I must have been for my family. It feels good to be able to do right by them as well.

Don't be afraid to ask for help. It could be the best thing you can do for yourself, and for those around you.

. My anxiety has decreased but i get older i feel like my resiliance is way lesss. I don't handle bad days or small problems as well as did younger... Maybe that is what aging does to us all ?
....

So....

In the spirit of unburdening. I would have to say that the last five or six years have been a bit of a mare. With a bastard of a boss (We had a staff turnover over 3 years of 400%), health problems (Cancer for me, and my Brother. Remitting/relapsing MS for my wife, and a major hysterectomy for her as well) things could have gone smoother.

So now, at the end of 2019, our health problems seem to be mostly behind us. The MS is in check, the cancer is done and I am now in a great job, with great people and a great boss, and midway through December, I just tanked emotionally. I was so far down, and for no apparent reason apart from the possibility that the last 6 years took way more of a toll than I thought. So I saw a counsellor (Which my new job paid for!), who referred me to my GP. Turns out, I'm depressed. Clinically. Who would have thought as I seem like a happy go lucky guy!

Anyway, I am now on antidepressants. Low Dose, 1/2 a tab a day. Have been since Xmas Eve. The change has been huge. The anxiety has dropped, I'm more sociable, more assertive. After a week, My tastebuds seemed to reboot. I was tasting food again and I hadn't realized I had stopped tasting food. I don't explode at the kids. We laugh, smile. Honestly, it has been a revelation.

Having to turn to this sort of solution was something I never thought I would do. We try to be staunch and power our way through, but I have to say, that even though I am at the start of this process, I should have done it long ago. I am starting to realise what an immense strain I must have been for my family. It feels good to be able to do right by them as well.

Don't be afraid to ask for help. It could be the best thing you can do for yourself, and for those around you.

Glad you're getting help, and that it's working. That first step of asking for help is difficult. I always feel that the line people draw between physical and mental health is something we all need to break down - if your body wasn't producing enough of a certain chemical that made your kidneys work properly, you'd have no problem seeking help and taking medicine, so when your body isn't producing enough seratonin to make your brain function correctly, what's the difference?

So....

In the spirit of unburdening. I would have to say that the last five or six years have been a bit of a mare. With a bastard of a boss (We had a staff turnover over 3 years of 400%), health problems (Cancer for me, and my Brother. Remitting/relapsing MS for my wife, and a major hysterectomy for her as well) things could have gone smoother.

So now, at the end of 2019, our health problems seem to be mostly behind us. The MS is in check, the cancer is done and I am now in a great job, with great people and a great boss, and midway through December, I just tanked emotionally. I was so far down, and for no apparent reason apart from the possibility that the last 6 years took way more of a toll than I thought. So I saw a counsellor (Which my new job paid for!), who referred me to my GP. Turns out, I'm depressed. Clinically. Who would have thought as I seem like a happy go lucky guy!

Anyway, I am now on antidepressants. Low Dose, 1/2 a tab a day. Have been since Xmas Eve. The change has been huge. The anxiety has dropped, I'm more sociable, more assertive. After a week, My tastebuds seemed to reboot. I was tasting food again and I hadn't realized I had stopped tasting food. I don't explode at the kids. We laugh, smile. Honestly, it has been a revelation.

Having to turn to this sort of solution was something I never thought I would do. We try to be staunch and power our way through, but I have to say, that even though I am at the start of this process, I should have done it long ago. I am starting to realise what an immense strain I must have been for my family. It feels good to be able to do right by them as well.

Don't be afraid to ask for help. It could be the best thing you can do for yourself, and for those around you.

I was on prozac for anxiety for a couple of years, I found it did help. I regret going off them, I will mention that to the doc when I see him next month.

Last year was the first Christmas without my kids and I thought that was one of the worst experiences ever. I have limited contact with them, but the longing for them is just amplified over the festive period.
This year, in addition to not being with them, I'm actually working as well.
I made a lot of mistakes (which put me in the position I'm in), but I wouldn't wish this on my enemies.

Don't ftequent this thread much but it is a gem.
My dog died and I can not cope. Ffs a few years ago I would have said it is a dog.
I am an emotional mess and not in control..
Not a clue wtf to do

Don't ftequent this thread much but it is a gem.
My dog died and I can not cope. Ffs a few years ago I would have said it is a dog.
I am an emotional mess and not in control..
Not a clue wtf to do

Troll the shit out of some assholes.


I am told I have cPTSD from finding a body of a loved one who took their own life. Come at me.

Sorry to hear that. Like you I would never have thought I could get so attached to our furry friends - they take over the household!

Mine is ticking by in years now and I dread the day. All the best

Hey guys, we are not natural allies in the big knockabout world of PR, but I understand where you are at and know you can / will emerge from the other side of this stuff. Go well.

You wouldn't get trolled on it. Are you linked in with community mental health services or do they do it like that there?

Thanks. I've learned to live with constant exhaustion and flashbacks but just feeling guilt, anger etc is harder. I have suicidal thoughts myself almost every day for years and fairly regularly that will push over into ultimate hopelessness where I start making plans. I've not tried to go through with anything though, it would kill my mother for a start. I'm just screaming into the void, I don't really want sympathy I'm just lonely right now and have nowhere to unload, I don't care if I'm trolled over it. I wouldn't put it up here if I did.

That's it really isn't it. Sometimes it's just keeping the show on the road

Don’t forget or be too brave to ask someone else to take the wheel occasionally. You don’t always have to be the stoic captain.

That's it really isn't it. Sometimes it's just keeping the show on the road

Ah yeah I totally agree now. I think I mentioned before when my yoke kicked off I met with the radiation consultant and she is a brilliant but hard women. Also a ride by the by. Anyway she said you will see the dietician as you will lose up to 3 stone (I lost 4) and the speech and language as you will struggle swallowing and opening your mouth and the psycho-oncologist as you will need support through the treatment. I asked what they were and told the psychologist. I wasn't into it but she told me I was and that was that. She has that way. Anyway the psycho-oncologist, also a ride by the by, became absolutely essential to me getting through it. I was reticent for about three weeks but then let go. Hence the fücking emotions

Have you met any health professionals you didn’t want to ride?!

A year ago today my dad went to sleep for the last time and ever woke up.

Dementia is a bastard and I wasn't there for him.

Troll the shit out of some assholes.


I am told I have cPTSD from finding a body of a loved one who took their own life. Come at me.

Sorry to hear AND-y. You don’t seem as harsh or negative as you were a year or two ago.
c69, just remember you have a bigger schlong than all of Ireland.
I will say lads, you could have done with a Welsh victory this weekend. As we know, victories, especially against a great rival is a great tonic.

Sorry to hear AND-y. You don’t seem as harsh or negative as you were a year or two ago.
c69, just remember you have a bigger schlong than all of Ireland.

I will say lads, you could have done with a Welsh victory this weekend. As we know, victories, especially against a great rival is a great tonic.

C69, if it's any help, whenever I see someone posting a picture and RIP text about their dog, I start crying, mostly as I then look at my dog and can't even contemplate the loss when he were to die.

The bond between humans and their dogs really can't be underestimated. Allow yourself to grieve.