Jesus Blood Never Failed Me Yet

My work days have become a destructive pattern of uppers and downers to get me through the hours. I come home from work achy and sore from running around like a lunatic, not wanting to do anything but mentally clock out and feel the cool mattress under my frame. My legs and feet throb and keep me up, so I take Tylenol PM which puts me out like a coma, and I wake dazed and several precious IQ points shorter than the day before. So I get a big cup of coffee on the way to work which hits me about half an hour later and for the rest of the day I am a jittery spazz, tweaking so hard I am on the verge of collapse by the time I get home, sore and exhausted, and the whole disaster starts all over again. How do I break the cycle? How to I prove to people that I work with that I am not normally this much of a hot mess? Then again who am I kidding, I drink enough coffee at brunch on Sundays to make the brunch group sit one table away from me to avoid the spittle flying from my lips.