I used to receive messages like these all the time back then when I was actively writing:
For whichever day it came, they made my day.
But only for a day.
One other email I got had the sender saying he wanted to end his life, but decided not to after reading my shit.
Believe it or not though, inspiration simply doesn't sustain, whether you're giving it or receiving it.
I somehow lost the passion to be consistent. I had my excuses. Life got in the way and priorities changed.
I guess this is why even the famous, social media influencers, or whatever it is you want to call them out there choose to fade out.
Life really can get in the way. Maybe I should try again. I am not sure.
I hope you find the strength to get through even the good stuff.