Everyone is born creative. Everyone has access to a box of crayons in kindergarten.
Then a little time passes and they take the crayons away and replace them with books on science, algebra, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the creative bug is just a wee voice telling you, "I’d like my crayons back, please."
I however like to believe I never gave up my crayons in the first place.
It often seems like i have a condition. I have to bleed this creative vein before I rupture all over the place.
Then there's the fear that the ideas that build up all vivid and sharp will slowly turn gray then altogether vanish before i even get a chance to cultivate them.
Get it out of you anyway you can.