I think that is part of why my motivations have changed so much. In the past I had ideas of what would fill the void of discontent in me and I once I had it within my grasp I realized that even that would not to satisfy me. I was just living a facade of a life because I felt that is what was expected of me and doing so almost ruined me.
Thankfully, my near ruin also showed me what can hold back the darkness welling up inside. My happiness and content will never be based on other people, but rather in the act of creation and making something beautiful that will outlast me.