Thoughts on a Tuesday Evening

Lately, I've been stuck in such a writers block unsure of who I am. What I realized just recently is I most likely will never be sure of who I am, and if I do it will definitely be farther down the line. I fear that what I write won't be perfect or that people won't like it and that too holds me back from putting my fingers to the keyboard. I can come up with such wonderful story ideas, but the second I prepare to start typing I choke. My inability to write is torturous. I have been writing and reading since, well, as long as I can remember. In 2nd grade I remember I would write the beginning of a story, but never finish because I would have another idea. Writing has been my passion for my whole life, but I put it on the backburner because people (including my father) told me I could never do anything with it. Now I can see it does not matter if I can do anything with it because I love it.