I've written quite a bit on this blog about how much Star Wars means to me. It's a link to my dad in that it's something he loved and shared with me. It's one of my inspirations as a writer and creator. I don't think I can even put into words why it was so important for me at the age of ten to see a princess with a blaster taking charge and not taking any crap, but also being vulnerable and loving her friends fiercely. As an adult, learning that Carrie had bipolar disorder and was very open about it was so important to me in a world where mental illness still carries a stigma. As a woman, I loved how blunt she was about the fact that she had aged like a real human being and didn't give two hoots what anyone thought about how she looked. Finding out that the world lost Carrie Fisher yesterday was crushing. I'm thankful that we have her body of work as an actress and a writer. I wish I could have been wherever the people who loved her were yesterday, hearing the stories that the rest of us were never privy to. I'm thankful that she got to share so much of hers with the world.
Leia Organa by kittrose on DeviantArt
