Bless You Mrs Virginia Woolf.

66 years ago you filled your greatcoat with rocks and descended into the River Ouse.

Perhaps you died so the "rest of us should value life more". I know I do.

I fight my own fight and I shall continue to fight,

and write

and fight for my right.

I applaud you for lasting as long as you did. It's a ravenous world.

Thankyou.

"I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on longer in these terrible times. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I have fought against it but cannot fight any longer."

VW, suicide note.