November 23rd, 2008


George Lucas ruined my life: The autobiography of Carrie Fischer.

After my second husband, Bryan Lourd, left me, I was invited to go to a psychiatric hospital, and you don't want to be rude, so you go. My diagnosis was manic depression - today they call it bipolar disorder. In many situations you can hardly tell there's anything wrong with me - I just have too much personality for one person and not quite enough for two.

Periodically, I do explode. Over time, the explosions have become smaller and the recovery time faster. The symptoms are sexual promiscuity, excessive spending and substance abuse (I know - that's a fantastic weekend in Vegas for some people).

When I spoke about my mental illness publicly, I won great acclaim. I waited my entire life to get an award for something, anything (OK, fine, not acting, but what about a tiny little award for writing? Nope), I now get awards for being mentally ill.

I'm actually in the Abnormal Psychology textbook. My family is so proud. When I heard I was in it, I was told it was with a photo. But it's not like anyone called me and said: 'Have you got a snapshot of yourself looking depressed or manic?' so for years I wondered, what picture? Recently I found it. Anyone who'd wear a hairstyle like that has to be nuts! Right?