I'm 5 months and some change out since my last binge (I sound like I'm in Catholic confession) and I still have to remain cognizant of when the old PAWS comes tumbling in.
It usually starts with general malaise and quickly proceeds to full on apathy, depression, the wah wahs and a overall a lack of joi de vivre. Then I find myself wanting to drink away the blues (to black) and that's when I have to recognize it for what it is, take a deep breath and wait it out.
Just wait it out.
It usually lifts in the same manner it descends.
Not ever quickly enough though.