March 28, 1941
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 'til 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.
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