Finding that passion

I got my own life going now without certain people taking advantage like how it was half a year ago. I cannot express in words how liberated I feel. Heck, when I first moved into my apartment in Illinois the first thing I saw were two rainbows, bunnies, and found some sort of lucky coin with a clover/horseshoe on it.... I kid you not! :V

With things finally moving on smoothly, I still can't find that passion for art. I don't know if it's some sort of tiny trauma from the depression but I seriously cannot get over that sense of "What is the point?". I want to keep telling my self "The point is the fun of drawing! The creativity of it!" but it doesn't ever work. My sister keeps telling me I'll get over it but it's been almost two years now. Sure I can still do art when it's work related. It's a reason to do it. For my self? I NEED to find a viable reason that will give me a jolt. If you ever been though something like this... Not an art-block. A full blown mental blockade. How do you find your way around it?