Carrying counts, though it rarely feels like a victory. Most days you defeat nothing. You move the thing one more block and set it down in roughly the condition it was in yesterday.
Ask anyone who came through a long illness, or three years of money trouble, what they actually did. They struggle to name a win. They remember the carrying: the phone calls, the forms, the getting up.
Whoever you need to be is assembled out of that, not out of the highlights.