I felt the same. I didn't touch it for ~9 years.
But I'm glad for it, since it lets me jam or enjoy myself without having to put the practice in now from scratch. I do it for fun.
I live in the hope that one day I will pick it up and feel nothing but contentment of being in the moment, but I'm just not ready for that yet.
Even the smell of tree resin sometimes makes my stomach tighten with anxiety.
Sure, once I was playing it, I was fine, but I cannot explain to you the sheer dread I felt opening up the case.
Have not played in decades, despite all those lessons and concerts and orchestra sessions.