I read " All the Bright Places" by Jennifer Niven and was curious about Virginia Woolf, the writer of "The Waves". This is what I got to know.

The words are written in The Waves: “If that blue could stay

for ever; if that hole could remain for ever; if this moment could

stay for ever.… I feel myself shining in the dark.… I am arrayed.

I am prepared. This is the momentary pause; the dark moment.

The fiddlers have lifted their bows.… This is my calling. This is

my world. All is decided and ready.… I am rooted, but I flow.

… ‘Come,’ I say, ‘come.’ ”

Virginia Woolf, a renowned British writer and modernist, struggled with mental health issues throughout her life, including severe episodes of depression and bipolar disorder.

Virginia Woolf's life was marked by both brilliance and turmoil. She struggled with mental health issues throughout her life, experiencing periods of depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts.¹

In 1913, Woolf attempted to take her own life with an overdose of Veronal, but was saved thanks to the help of her husband Leonard and a surgeon. This was not an isolated incident; she continued to struggle with her mental health, and in 1941, she took her own life by drowning herself in the River Ouse near her home in Sussex.

Despite her struggles, Woolf left an indelible mark on literature. She was a key figure in the modernist movement, and her innovative writing style, which explored the human experience through stream-of-consciousness narration, influenced generations of writers. Her notable works include "Mrs. Dalloway," "To the Lighthouse," and "Orlando," which continue to be celebrated for their lyrical prose and profound insights into the human condition.

Virginia Woolf's suicide note to her husband, Leonard Woolf, is deeply moving and reflects her love for him, as well as the despair she felt at the time. The note reads:

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 till 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.