Virginia Woolf to Leonardo Woolf

Dearest,

I feel certain I’m going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I won’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I’m doing what seems the right 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’m spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will, I know. You see, I can’t even write it properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is that 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 you, 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.