May the Force Be With You,Carrie Fisher

Carrie Fisher was an amazing actress, most famous for her legendary role as Princess Leia in the Star Wars trilogy. And I grew up on that trilogy. One year for Halloween my family and I all went as different Star Wars characters, and we own two copies of every movie.

 

So when I found out Carrie Fisher had died Dec. 27, I was devastated: I remember laying down in my bed and shedding some tears when I heard the news. And because I’m a masochist, I spent the next few days marathoning all of the Star Wars movies. On New Year’s Eve I watched When Harry Met Sally. But her death meant more to me than her inevitable absence in the next Star Wars films. Way more.

 

Carrie Fisher was an amazing advocate for mental health, specifically Bipolar Disorder, which she suffered from. She wasn’t afraid to admit it and she wasn’t afraid to talk about it.

 

As someone with Bipolar Disorder, that meant a lot to me. The day of her death my mom even sent me a text saying that, “Carrie Fisher had Bipolar Disorder. Remember that you’re in great company.”

 

I am in great company, not was. Her life hasn’t been erased just because she died.

 

“I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I’m still surviving that, but bring it on.”

 

Because the thing is, I relate to her more ways than I can count.

 

For one, hilarious.

 

“My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.”

 

Another, straightup.

 

“As you get older, the pickings get slimmer, but the people don’t.”

 

I could literally go on forever. But what I’m trying to say is that Carrie Fisher is worth remembering. And despite this being incredibly cheesy, Carrie Fisher…
“May the force be with you.”