This is her suicide note she left to her husband just before she drowned herself in a river by putting stones in her coat's pockets.
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 '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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