I used to be a career sculptor and had numerous showings at galleries and successfully sold original works. I even wrote a novel and just loved the process of creativity. It has been over 5 years since I've created anything worth showing, infact, I have stored my stuff away. In the past, I had used creation as a way to escape depression and an abusive relationship, but once the abuse and depression have gone, I get depressed whenever I try to do what I used to because it triggers dispairing emotions that I never want to feel again. Life without my art is like I am missing my arms and until your post, I thought I was alone. I have since directed my energies to formal acedemic study and gave myself permission to leave art alone. I realize that it will always be inside of me and the talent does not go away, so one day, maybe when my life isn't so hectic, I will try and try again. I wish I could give you a happy ending, but I'm still in the middle.