Questioning My Purpose: An Identity Crisis

I'm starting to question everything. Every. Little. Thing. I'm trying to understand what is my purpose. My whole life up until this point has been nothing but people-pleasing. I didn't even realize until my therapist said it and I really began understanding my actions in accordance with what kind of response I know would be generated. This is all good. This is all progress. But now it's not. Now I'm questioning who I am after years of living life in service of what my family would think of me, what my friends might think of me, and what the world might think of me. And none of this should matter yet it does to me. What if I told you, you were put on this earth to do one thing? Maybe it's cooking, maybe it's cleaning, maybe it's taking care of others, music, art, dancing you name it. That one thing is your passion and it's what keeps you going. What if I told you you can't have it? what if you're coming to the realization that your so-called passion isn't really yours? it's just been you people pleasing. I used to make art. I used to create, but now I dare not touch a sketchbook let alone a pencil. And I've forgotten how to create without the noise of doubt, regret, and so much more screaming into me. I'm scared that I have never done art for myself. I'm questioning art itself. Has my art never been a true show of myself and only my people-pleasing tendencies? I keep stressing over the fact I feel like I don't have time. That every day I don't pick up art someone out there somewhere is gladly taking the job that I would want. If I'm 25 and still working at Starbucks then I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm 22 now and feel so much fucking weight. I have no one to talk to about it all. I don't know what to do and I'm scared to die but I don't want to live like this. I don't know who I am.