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“There are two choices post forty-five: letting ourselves go or making ourselves sit like good, well-groomed, obliging pets, coats smooth and wrinkle-free, stomachs flat, muscles taut, teeth clean, hair dyed, nails manicured—everything just so. The thing is, though, not only is this completely unnatural, requiring warehouses full of self-control and perseverance, but it demands a level of discomfort you have to be willing to live with ’til death by lap band or liposuction.”

Quote by Carrie Fisher

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Shockaholic

This memoir provides a raw and honest account of the author's journey through the depths of anxiety and panic, exploring the impact of these disorders on daily life and the road to recovery. The book combines personal anecdotes with psychological insights, offering readers a window into the mind of someone struggling with these often misunderstood conditions. more

Author

Carrie Fisher
Carrie Fisher

Carrie Fisher (October 21, 1956 – December 27, 2016) was an American actress, writer, and screenwriter, best known for her iconic role as Princess Leia in the Star Wars franchise. Born into a show business family, she was the daughter of actress Debbie Reynolds and singer Eddie Fisher. Fisher's portrayal of the strong-willed princess made her a global pop culture icon. Beyond acting, she was a talented author, writing the semi-autobiographical novel Postcards from the Edge. She was also a vocal advocate for mental health awareness, openly discussing her struggles with bipolar disorder and addiction. Fisher passed away from a heart attack at age 60, leaving behind a legacy of wit, resilience, and inspiration. more

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