By now I’m sure you have all read of the untimely death of writer Elspeth Thompson.
The manner of her death – suicide was a complete shock – it actually made me feel sick and shaky as I did a few weeks ago when I read some of the newly available letters of some of the Bloomsbury group –where Virginia Woolf returned home the day before she committed suicide soaking wet – probably a failed attempt of drowning herself. The pain, anguish and desolation they must have felt upset me so much.
Mental health issues still have huge stigmas attached….and sometimes patchy treatment available.
I enjoyed reading Elspeth’s weekly column in the Telegraph and lately her blog; she seemed a charming gentle soul.
I guess this is a sober reminder that depression can be as serious as a physical illness such as cancer.