"Dearest,
I feel certain that 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 ’til 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 longer. I don’t think two people could have
been happier than we have been.
V.”
-Virginia
Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonardo Woolf while
exploring the library
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