Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Suicidal Letter

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 can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems to be 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 it 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 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 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 dont think two people could have been happier than we have been.

Virginia Woolf


nefertiti said...

as despedidas são muito tristes. Vejo com um acto de muita coragem.

Izanami said...

Nefertiti: eu também. Acredita que eu também. Nunca consegui desligar-me da velha história de o suicídio ser um acto de cobardia corajosa ou de coragem cobarde...beijinhos! E bom ano!

horvallis said...

Nunca tinha lido essa carta.
Heartbreaking !

Dirim said...

É verdade Horvallis, é verdade.