Updates, how I've been doing, Neo-Confucianism, and the new book
As I said before, I would be traveling elsewhere for treatment during this period. If I got better, I would keep writing. If I didn't, I would still keep writing.
Well, the treatment failed.
That meant the illness would continue to recur. Fortunately, it was still manageable, so I would have to keep going to the hospital regularly to prevent it from becoming serious.
I won't say anything else about it. I really don't want to keep bringing this up.
Actually, I had been home for quite a while. Although I occasionally tried to encourage myself, I spent most of that time feeling low.
I believe many people have experienced a low point. It sounds easy when you talk about it, but actually climbing out of that valley is very, very difficult.
Whether it was confusion or uncertainty, looking back now, I was entirely in that "how the hell was I such a dumbass back then?" phase. And when I carefully recalled the past, I realized I had been in that state more than once before.
What could I do when I was sunk deep in the mud? There really was nothing I could do but drift with the current. I spent a fairly long stretch absorbed in games. I tried to keep writing Confucian Sage, but I was never satisfied, and the less satisfied I was, the less I wanted to write. It became a vicious cycle.
As time went on, my guilt grew heavier and heavier. I felt I had let my readers down. This isn't just a polite platitude. I have always read webnovels myself, and I hate interrupted updates and abandoned stories too. I know exactly how it feels when a book you love is left