She had nothing to do besides look at what was in the room all day. Her physician went to the extreme and even prohibited her from writing in her journal. This messed with her mind because she over thought everything. Her condition worsened and she became more passive and reserved. Eventually, it got to the point where she thought she was the one woman stuck in the wallpaper. By the end of the story the lonely room became a jail cell because she became fixated on the wallpaper and she couldn’t escape from it. Her world revolved around the yellow wallpaper, by the time she started seeing the woman in the wallpaper it was a fact that she had gone insane. “There are things in that paper which nobody knows but me, or ever will. Behind that outside pattern, the dim shapes get clearer every day. It is always the same shape, only very numerous. And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that
She had nothing to do besides look at what was in the room all day. Her physician went to the extreme and even prohibited her from writing in her journal. This messed with her mind because she over thought everything. Her condition worsened and she became more passive and reserved. Eventually, it got to the point where she thought she was the one woman stuck in the wallpaper. By the end of the story the lonely room became a jail cell because she became fixated on the wallpaper and she couldn’t escape from it. Her world revolved around the yellow wallpaper, by the time she started seeing the woman in the wallpaper it was a fact that she had gone insane. “There are things in that paper which nobody knows but me, or ever will. Behind that outside pattern, the dim shapes get clearer every day. It is always the same shape, only very numerous. And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that