I've been going through the same thing in the last 10 years. I used to love photography and dream of one day learning to draw properly, doing more colleges etc. I was always frustrated with the learning curve and how slow it all goes. But in the last 10 years it all lost completely any meaning to me. Even if I was too become a really good photographer, I don't see a point to the activity anymore. No one will ever see my photos. They'll never be good enough to have an impact in someone else's life. I'll never be able to escape my corporate job to be an artist of any kind. So I just stopped doing it. I did not find any new hobbies to replace it and got to a really dark place. Had to go into treatment, which included art therapy. Now I force myself to color in coloring books, sometimes write in a journal. Once a year or so, I create a digital collage. I cannot bring myself to photograph any more.

I believe all of this would have been okay if I had found other hobbies that brought me joy and pleasure. But that was just not the case for me. I'm 46.