Monday, 26 December 2011


'Dearest, I feel certain I am going
mad again. I feel we can't go
through another of those terrible
times. And I shan't recover this time.
I begin to hear voices, and I can't
concentrate. So I am doing what
seems the best thing to do. You
have given me the greatest possible
happiness. You have been in every
way all that anyone could be. I don't
think two people could have been
happier till this terrible disease came.
I can't fight any longer. I know that I
am spoiling your life, that without
me you could work. And you will I
know. You see I can't even write this
properly. I can't read. What I want to
say is I owe all the happiness of my
life to you. You have been entirely
patient with me and incredibly good.
I want to say that - everybody
knows it. If anybody could have
saved me it would have been you.
Everything has gone from me but
the certainty of your goodness. I
can't go on spoiling your life any
I don't think two people could have
been happier than we have been.
(Virginia Woolf's suicide note to her
husband Leonard)