To Carrie

This was hard to read... But beautiful.

Every night I go to bed the same way.  I plug my phone in.  I start writing.  And I turn on Family Guy.

This is how I sleep every night.  Falling asleep to jokes. 

Tonight would be no different...

Until...

Angela started telling Peter about his promotion to forklift operator.

Now... I watched her old interviews today.  I saw picture after picture. 

But hearing her familiar voice and knowing... I'd never hear a new Angela joke...

My heart broke.

This was a woman I related to in a number of ways. 

She was the first person I knew as Princess.  Now my daughter is one.

She was a writer.  I do this with vigor everyday.

Her Family Guy jokes became like a dulcet tone to me each and every night.

But most of all...

We were both bipolar.

She was my secret heroine.  My confidential confidant.  The celebrity I thought of first when I thought this disorder would define me forever.

I didn't know her.  I know she was Leia Organa of Alderaan.  I know she wrote Wishful Drinking.  That she was a nun in Jay and Silent Bob.  The Editor at the Daily Planet (briefly).  I know nothing of her beyond the screen. 

But I will always feel a special connection to this remarkable woman who was, like she was to Obi-Wan, my only hope.