Everyone had a horrific 2016, right? Mine was exceptionally bad. In April, my cousin – who was my lifelong best friend – died suddenly. In July, my mom followed. Both were unexpected and both were due to a stroke in the exact same location. When I read that Carrie Fisher had suffered a heart attack, I just completely lost it. I spent most of Christmas Eve and Day anxiously googling the status of her condition. Princess Leia has ALWAYS been my favorite character – for as long as I can remember. She was the first tough, stubborn, strong female character that I had ever seen put the men in their places. She was beautiful and she was badass.


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Carrie Fisher embodied her character. She was brave, unapologetically forthright and she was one prolific writer. In my later years, I discovered she was just as – if not even more – amazing than the character she portrayed. She blazed a trail for mental health awareness and acceptance in a manner that usurped even Leia’s fortitude and her words truly changed my outlook on my own struggles with mental health. I loved them both – the woman and the character. I can’t even begin to count how many hours I spent on this retrospective, but it was an insane amount of work. I couldn’t imagine anything more therapeutic though.

I worked through so much grief stitching through some of my most cherished cinematic memories. 2016 – in one fell swoop – took all my favorite women. Since my personal therapy is crocheting and my chosen profession is newborn photography – at least I have a tangible way to hold onto those memories. RIP, Carrie. You have NO idea how much impact you made on my life. Neither the bra nor the moonlight stand a chance against you.

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