They have meds for this kind of thing!

This whole hormonal thing is getting too much for me. By far too much when you're going along your merry way minding your own business, and torrents of tears come without warning or the ability to stop. Far too much that you're still at it at 3 in the morning, and you are genuinely perplexed by what it can possibly be that triggered this, and am upset that you're upset for no good reason, which furthers the tears, and ensures an endless vicious cycle. It's just too much when you finally pass out into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness, only to be woken with a jolt to the knowledge you're 15 minutes away from the beginning of work, evidently so drained you've turned off your alarm with no recollection of doing so whatsoever, and you're not up much less ready to go, and you race there a complete mess on a Sunday tram timetable. Oh course, it's not perfect if it's not capped off with feeling like a panda, having to deal with tired, swollen eyes for the rest of the day. Thank goodness for makeup and strong coffees, but I'd rather pummel the emotional coordinator inside. Clearly sleeping on the job.