“My precious Gold!
These days your dear letters are a great source of strength for me, because I don’t feel well at all well. I’ve been sleeping whole days and am incapable of doing any work, neither to think nor even to write one letter. I wander around like some mindless head of cattle…
You know what occured to me yesterday? Whether one day I’ll die from a mental illness… I have the sensation of a clouding over or dulling of the mind. I think and feel everything as though through a screen of tracing paper. I have the sensation that my thoughts are being torn away from me…”
Rosa Luxemburg to Leo Jogiches, Berlin, 2 March 1899.