I suspect like many on here I'm at my 'happiest' when I have a creative outlet to which I can turn. That said, however, I often wonder if the very creativeness itself is more a curse than a gift. When I grow bored of a particular creative pursuit (and I always do) I often slump into a depression. On the surface the solution sounds simple; find another outlet. But this is only a small part of the problem, the other my being void of the desire itself. Some may consider this not to be a problem at all. I mean, if there's no desire to be creative, how can I possibly miss it? And yet I do. Creativity for me isn't something I chose. It's in my genes. It's my Prozac without any of the nasty side-effects, and so when that desire sinks away my whole being feels robbed. I honestly suspect I would be an all-round happier person without my creative yearnings and needs.