“In her essay “On Being Ill” Virginia Woolf wrote about how a body besieged, torn up, sickly, and fatigued could access something in reality they might be missing in healthy waking life. Senses can sharpen, self-consciousness can dissolve, and deep hard truths can pour out somewhere in between all the pain. She believed that in “illness words seem to posses mystic quality.” They took new shape and ”
