Creativity - a blessing or a curse?

Before I was ill, I stiffled my creativity. My ex-husband said that I could only copy - I didn't have anything new to add to the cross-stitch kits that I used to sew. But I moved on from him, then I became ill and then I found that I could express myself in art, in words, seeing the patterns,the colours and being able to use them. It didn't necessarily have to be good, just that it was true to me and how I felt at the time, and now sometimes it's as if it can't be stopped... notebooks by me to capture the thought or idea that otherwise would be lost perhaps not to be seen ever again(this was drafted as I sat in the car waiting for my son, for typing later). Sometimes it feels like a curse, that I have to get it out of me or it will fester, but it's me and I wouldn't be without it as my outlet.