Friday, 3 March 2017

Virginia Woolf's Suicide Note


"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 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 longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V" 

On 28 March 1941, Woolf drowned herself by filling her overcoat pockets with stones and walking into the River Ouse near her home. Woolf's body was not found until 18 April.Her husband buried her cremated remains beneath an elm tree in the garden in their home in Sussex. Addressed to her husband, Virginia Woolf's suicide note brought tears to my eyes and though I had known about her since an incredibly long time, it was after reading this note I decided to read her books. Woolf's words make me think, do all writers get depressed or is it the other way round? Do all depressed people write? Bleeding words are of course a treat to the reader's soul. Have you read any of Woolf's works? Comment your views below and answers below. 

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