When oh when will this hormone induced hell end?

This week, while being completely pre-menstrual to the point of insanity, I've managed to alienate my colleagues, wolf down double my weight in junk food, get drunk with a workmate that I don't trust that much and endure a hangover that has me swearing off alcohol in all it's glorious forms. Mr Wookie is hiding away until I manage to restock my evening primrose oil supply. I'm not sure but i think he has a food stash somewhere in case things get really bad and he has to bunker down.

I haven't seen the Fairy, but apparently his week has been just as nauseating as mine. I now have a feeling of dread in my stomach; a solid, undigestible mass of anxiety about going to work tomorrow, and for heaven's sake, this week I'm only there 3 days! I keep trying to isolate the issue, but all I can think of is that i'm yet to be diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder and I'm oversensitive to the point of despair. I want to find a cognitive behavioural therapist, but even if I do, when am I going to have time to actually go???

I just feel as if all of my rights at work are flimsy. I feel powerless when it comes to decision being made or things being asked of me, because I don't get a say in my direction. I feel like words are constantly being put in my mouth or particular events/ circumstances are constantly being seen as my fault, yet I never get a chance to defend myself. I guess, essentially, I'm sick of feeling like a victim, or as someone who can be manipulated.

People so often look at you, and simply run with the impression that comes most easily. Once you come to mean a certain thing, it's very difficult to go back and change that foothold; my mistake has been letting people see what they want to see and not being vocal enough.

If you had asked my friends a few years ago if i was in danger of not being vocal enough, they would have laughed in your face and begged you not to encourage me further. Now, I've lost this side of myself. I guess I overdid the outspoken thing back then, and now I'm trying to compensate. Unfortunately, it's doing me no favours. I work with a control freak, a hyperactive (albeit witha lovely heart), a total misogynist and a drug addled sociopath. Right now, all I want is to escape to the other side of the planet where I'll never have to see these people again.