I have never seen a Star Wars movie, but I was one of Carrie Fisher’s biggest fans.
My first exposure to Fisher was through the book Wishful Drinking, which was published in 2008, the year I got sober.
For me, Fisher was not a princess in a gold bikini or a general, but something more relatable and — for me — inspirational.
Inside Wishful Drinking was a woman who had an acerbic sense of humor, who was recovering from addiction, unabashed about her bipolar disorder (unabashed about everything, really), and had a deep, unapologetic commitment to being exactly who she was. (continued)