If you know her story at all by reading her words or even watching The Hours, you know she was a remarkable woman. A woman who was a literary genius and a woman who suffered with mental illness in a time when there were few answers or little if any real help. I relate to her struggle with mental illness. She did take her own life, which I am not condoning in any way shape or form. I am alluding to her deep moving words that I can so relate to. Her deep desire to live life without pain and to have others be able to live their lives to the fullest. Her ability to take the plight, if you will, of the ordinary woman of her time and put it to paper making her real and making her emotions felt by the reader. To me she was a remarkable woman who I would love to chat with.
These were her last written words.
I hope I have not offended anyone. I have just struggled with mental illness, most of my entire life and I find an understanding in her words. I find a place of being understood. Does that make sense?