Listen okay. I used to hate myself for being mentally ill. I used to legitimately hate myself and tell myself IN THE MIRROR EVERY MORNING that I was worthless and would amount to nothing.
And do you know who changed all that?!
Look, I’m not well versed in Star Wars stuff. I’ve barely seen the films Carrie herself was in. But I know damn well who Princess Leia was. So here’s this woman talking about her own mental illnesses and addictions and struggles, and she’s doing it unapologetically. Like, she’s not reducing herself when she talks about those things, she’s just talking openly about how they fucked with her and her life but how she conquers them every day by being bigger than they are. And that was radical to me. That was like a light bulb switching on in my head. Yes, I’m an addict. Yes, I am depressed and have anxiety and PTSD and ADHD and tons of other diagnoses.
But if she kept fighting, so can I. If she grew bigger than her illnesses, so can I. If she lived without apologizing for her brain, than so can I.
Thank you, Carrie. For showing me that how you fight is what matters in the end, and that you win people’s respect by being honestly and unabashedly yourself in the face of a world begging you to compromise.
Rest in peace now.