My brain is fried, my eyes are burning, my legs are failing, my organs are rotting, I'm going deaf, I've lost motivation, I'm dealing with some things like having to decide which one of my rabbits that my family and I will consume and which one we'll sell, I'm dehydrated, overworked, lacking nutrition, running on little to no hours of sleep, suffering from ADHD, and yet I still try my hardest to write to only have 3 followers and 2 of which are myself on different electronics so technically not including myself 1 follower who I'm 90% sure has only read one of my stories.
Sometimes I wonder how I'm still alive and still pushing through the tough walls of life just to get failure...