Writing

Writing

By Andrea Tadpole-Broussard 

2/18/25

I have thought quite a bit about what I am about to convey on the subject of writing today. I decided to divorce my mind from grammatical perfection and simply write my heart. This is not a target towards any person or group. It is simply me, my authentic self, sharing my heart about what writing means to me. Those who know and truly love me unconditionally will understand and I owe them no explanation. Those who don't will fade away. So here goes...

I am very passionate about writing

Before I could walk or talk I had a pencil in my hand

I would draw and attempt to copy what my dad wrote all the time

I wrote on anything and everything 

I got in trouble alot for that

I could write sentences before I started school

So one could say that writing was my first language 

Over the years writing has become a

Constant companion for me

I do not write physically with pen and paper much anymore 

That is because my hands shake and I cannot read it later 

I type mostly on my phone 

I do not share everything I write with everyone

I keep it in a blog for my kids and grandkids 

So they will have it when I am on the other side

Hopefully many, many years from now

Writing has been the underpinning of my life 

The very foundation of my journey in sobriety 

Writing has shown me how to live life sober

It has been my constant companion

It has been there when the whole world walked away

It has been the tool that brought me clarity Whether it is short or long writing is like my life jacket 

It keeps my head above the waves in life’s storms 

When I feel like the tool that has kept me alive is threatened 

Or I will be subjected to judgment or limitations 

I feel afraid and deeply hurt

If I am told to limit characters 

I feel like I am being told to dim my light 

I do not think about how many words I write 

I just write

I write because it is cathartic 

It untangles the chaos in my mind 

Sometimes it is beautiful 

Most often it is messy and ugly

Yet I coninue to write 

Because if I cannot write and be real 

Without fear of being too short or long 

If I cannot write without being told to 

Dim my light 

Then I will lose me 

If I lose me 

I lose everything 

So I will continue to

Protect my voice

Protect my light 

Protect who I am 

And keep writing

Because I unapologetically

Love to write