Writer. Writer?

Am I a writer?

I can't decide. Sometimes I feel like writing is what I am meant to do. Other times, I'm overwhelmed by expectations. Expectations from myself and expectations from others. I criticize my own writing so that I don't have to hear it from other people. This is why peer- and mob-editing scares the crap out of me.

But the thing I love about writing is the ability to create. I can't draw a beautiful picture, make a chemical solution, or invent a new mechanical device. However, I can write a darn good interpretation of a book I love; I am even halfway decent at creative writing. 

With writing, there is not only the freedom to create, but also the freedom to choose the way to create. There are so many media and outlets, giving the opportunity to newspaper articles, poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and a myriad others. 

There is a sense of purpose in writing. A writer releases his or her ideas and thoughts to the public. He or she must be confident enough in the work to be willing to let the world judge it. I don't know if I'm okay with that.

I still don't know if I am a writer.