TUESDAY

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.

- VIRGINIA WOOLF, IN HER FINAL LETTER TO HER HUSBAND LEONARD, 28TH MARCH 1941.