Writing can be a thankless activity. Many of the great writers died before their works were read and appreciated. That is to say, I feel that there is a lot of myself in what you say. There are days when I feel mentally and emotionally stuck. I try to fall in love with the things I do, but that impulse is short-lived. I also forget that, just as footprints are hidden in the sand on the beach, there are premises within me that I just need to remember. Is there something wintery in your text? A hug, my friend.