I cannot distract myself from my daily reading of Virginia Woolf‘s A Writer’s Diary – “Diario di una Scrittrice” in Italian translation published by minimum fax. I keep wondering why I haven’t started reading this book earlier, the day I bought it, because it would have helped me through my ups and downs in writing. I can see a lot of myself into V. Woolf’s daily routine, feelings and nervous breakdowns. Perhaps the ‘only’ difference (not so slight one) is that I’m not bipolar: I’m highly sensitive and I have a religious faith that helps me see the light at the end of the dark tunnel of my mental issues.…
