i think i can kind of relate? i used to write a lot, i used to have a bright imagination and i'd plot crazy stuff late in the night and don't care that i haven't slept at all just to finish writing a chapter.
to become a writer was not something i actively "dreamed" to become. youre only a writer when you write. only an artist when you produce art.
in school they used to bring me and my friend to writing competitions and i lost a lot. my friend won a lot of the times. so that's proof im untalented and not as creative as i like to think i am, which really stings.
but even if my work sucked, why did that matter, if my purpose for writing was for just a sort of personal catharsis, and not to impress other people? i wrote under a pseudonym and for a long while, all i wanted was to do this one thing that interested me and tethered me to my humanity. i never desired to do it professionally, i just wanted to do it. i was content with that, even if others saw my work as droll, because at least the time was spent enjoying myself and doing what i loved.
but now, i don't write anymore. even if i loved writing so much, i've managed to get rid of the desire to, not because i was told i was talentless or i deleted my documents, but because i was forced to give it up. i went to medical school. during this period of my life, i barely had time for anything. i've abandoned my projects for three years. and now that i'm out of medical school, when i open my old unfinished docs again, i can't find it in me to continue typing anymore. i'd just rather...lay down and scroll through my phone until i wake up the next day for work...
i guess that's how you kill your desire to make art, to force yourself away from it. that's what worked for me. if you don't want to throw your drawing tablet it's only going to haunt you. maybe might as well try drawing a line or three a day, maybe you'd eventually end up with something you're happy with, even if it doesn't compete. :/