When nothing helps.

So the title of this blog is "tonic for a tired soul" but sometimes nothing works as a tonic. Oftentimes my tiredness is caused by pain. I'm a chronic pain sufferer and it shreds at the very fiber of your being some days. It takes all the energy you gain from a good night's sleep, a giant cup of cafe au lait, or a good job well done and crumples it into a ball and throws it away with a giant and resounding thud. So I run around when the pain hits and try and head for the covers. Like a squirrel as I'm running for cover I gather books, CDs, movies and TV shows like they're nuts and I run for the safety of my bed. I turn it into my little hibernation hovel. In that entertainment I seek solace and relief. Most times solace comes and relief usually doesn't. But in the solace comes a little relief. However, some days solace and relief just don't come. They stand me up. They jilt me. They abandon me and leave me with no hope.

To cut to the chase... I'm having one of those days. Where nothing helps release the pain. Music, books, movies, podcasts, talk radio... sleep even and nothing helped. So instead of giving a list of songs or others things that helped me through my day I just want to put out a little sigh. I kind of give up today. Not really, obviously I'm still fighting the fight, just with no inspiration to get me through it today.