I like how you kept persevering and found different ways to keep moving towards your writing objective. I mean, I literally see your stack of books in the corner of my eye as I type this. These books - these physical artifacts - are a testament to the creative states that emerged through you, where you started from a blank canvas and kept building on it. Sounds like a purposeful and constructive way to channel your energy given your health recovery and the craziness of the world.