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Reading her reflections, I wonder how her mental health shaped her creative process and outlook on life. Did anyone else feel the emotional depth was heightened by her experiences?

The diary offers such raw insights — I'm curious whether Woolf saw this as a form of self-reflection or a way to connect with her readers on a deeper level.

Her openness felt rare and powerful, but also made me wonder how much she intended to share versus what was kept private. What do others think about her level of honesty here?