I'm still nervous about the global political climate, I'm still full of emotional turmoil, and I'm still going to be blogging about both of those things.
You are important to us because you are Leia Organa. But you are more important to me because you are Carrie Fisher.
I have a strange and wonderful and terrible and contentious relationship with this time of year.
I realised it was okay to work with what I have, rather than trying to work with what other people expected me to have.
Quiet carriages are absolutely a lifeline for disabled people like myself. Some days they are the only reason I have the emotional energy to succeed at work.
The definition of success seems to depend very much on the frame that you're looking at it through. And the frame of my 'success' is the neurotypical gaze.
My brain is juggling so many things, and if you throw something else at me without warning, the likelihood is that I'm going to miss it altogether or drop it before its first rotation is complete.