The Subjective Nature of Art

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I find that my health challenges have really robbed me of my brain and mind. Writing is such an arduous task. I have trouble keeping all the balls in the air when constructing plot and character.  My mind just can't keep up, can't hold all the information together at the same time. So what I write is no longer as good as what I have come to expect of myself. As much as I hate lowering my standards, I think that I should just try to keep writing. Maybe every story needn't be a work of genius, maybe sometimes it's just what I was able to tell, with honesty and truth. Unless I'm telling myself this in order to let myself off the hook and not try my damnedest...
I want to write stories that entertain, inspire and transcend the mundane, stories that remind us that we are all part of the same human condition. Whether or not the world considers my work any good or even pays it any attention is essentially beyond my control.