Virginia Woolf

Desde siempre me apasiono la figura de esta escritora, innovadora, irreverente, en pugna constante contra una depresion maniaca, o un trastorno bipolar.

Estos dias he estado algo desaparecida, entre otras cosas, he ocupado mi tiempo con ella, con su enfermedad mental, su literatura, sus luchas existenciales, su bisexualidad.

Tanto ella como la mayor parte de los escritores y poetas modernistas, fueron la vanguardia no solo en la literatura y en la innovacion poetica, sino tambien en temas como la sexualidad, la moralidad, el pacifismo o el feminismo.

Y sin embargo eran unos snobs, se habian educado en la literatura victoriana que luego criticaron, clase media-alta, bien relacionados, de buena economia y mejor educacion: Virginia estudio en el King's College de Londres y en Cambridge.

Virginia Stephen se caso con Leonard Woolf en 1912 aunque al parecer no mantenian relaciones sexuales, cuya ausencia atribuia a su "unattractive countenance". En 1922 Virginia conoce a Vita Sack-Ville West, se enamora de ella locamente, y mantienen una relacion que durara gran parte de la vida de Virginia. El libro Orlando esta dedicado a su amante.

El 28 de marzo de 1941, Virginia, antes de sufrir otra de sus crisis, se lleno el bolsillo de piedras y se introdujo en el rio. En su diario se despedia de su marido:

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.