I won awards at photography and had my own darkroom and never showed anyone that I knew.
I joined a creative writing class, wrote some stories that the class loved, the teacher said I was smarter and more talented than he was. I stopped writing after that class.
In the same class, someone was so impressed with my creativity they wrote me in their story. I walked away without talking about it.
I used to draw and make cartoons and haven't drawn years, and it is a skill, and it has faded.
My apartment used to be filled with paintings and books, and I threw them all away.
I remember applying to an art school but delayed the portfolio and put it together at the last minute so it was not the best it could have been. I did not make it.
I never applied to another school and got an MBA instead.
I have started writing and then dropped so many books I lost count.
The list could keep going, I have not done or finished so much.
The time of self destructing my creativity is over.