That's how I've felt today--dazed and tired. Some virus or other has taken hold, and I spent the first half of the day in bed. Now I'm not that much better, maybe a tad bit clearer of mind.
It's times like these when you're reminded of the unity of body and soul. The world seems more sinister, life bleaker when you feel like crud. You feel weaker, more given to anger. You want to mollify yourself in unhealthy ways. We're not pure intellect. We have bodies for a reason--they are part of us, not a cage or carriage in which we are but passengers.
Bodily weakness and suffering is an opportunity to surrender to grace. Blessed John Paul II exemplified this in his final years, as did even the Son of God in his humbling Incarnation and Passion. May their examples and that of so many saints lift up those suffering in body, inspiring them with the strength they need to resist weakness of will and with the hope they need to overcome despair.