theorganasolo:“My panic is rising again. My sense of isolation and worthlessness. And no other

theorganasolo:“My panic is rising again. My sense of isolation and worthlessness. And no other
theorganasolo:“My panic is rising again. My sense of isolation and worthlessness. And no other
theorganasolo:“My panic is rising again. My sense of isolation and worthlessness. And no other
theorganasolo:“My panic is rising again. My sense of isolation and worthlessness. And no other
theorganasolo:“My panic is rising again. My sense of isolation and worthlessness. And no other
theorganasolo:“My panic is rising again. My sense of isolation and worthlessness. And no other
theorganasolo:“My panic is rising again. My sense of isolation and worthlessness. And no other
theorganasolo:“My panic is rising again. My sense of isolation and worthlessness. And no other

theorganasolo:“My panic is rising again. My sense of isolation and worthlessness. And no other senses worth mentioning apparently. It’s not nice being inside my head. It’s a nice place to visit but I don’t want to live here. It’s too crowded; too many traps and pitfalls. I’m tired of it. That same old person, day in and day out. I’d like to try something else. I tried to neaten my mind, file everything away into tidy little thoughts, but it only got more and more cluttered. My mind has a mind of its own. I try to define my limits by seeing just how far I can go, and I find that I passed them weeks ago. And I’ve got to find my way back.” -  Carrie Fisher October 21, 1956 - December 27, 2016 -- source link


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