The Yellow Wall Short Response

The Yellow Wall-Paper Is anybody ever truly sane? There’s always something that everyone is afraid of or curious about. You never really know who’s trying to help you, or who’s trying to hurt you. I believe that the girl in the story was slightly crazy at first. I believe that her husband had very slight intentions to help her, but the main reason was to get rid of her. She thought she was going for a good place to get better and see if anything could change, but what she didn’t know is she was in for something entirely different. When they first got there she was amazed by the beauty of everything. The mansion was beautiful, the gardens were ecstatic, and everything was great. That’s until she got inside and was assigned a room for the next three months. She wanted a room down in the basement, because that’s where all of the pretty rooms were, “‘Then do let us go downstairs,’ I said,

“So I take phosphates or phosphites whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and absolutely forbidden to “work” until I am well again”(648). She especially wasn’t allowed to write. So she had to sneak writing in each day. She didn’t sleep well at night, but a whole bunch during the day. Most nights she would lay awake and look at that terrible wallpaper. She couldn’t quite get the grasp on what drew her to it, until the night she finally did. She had finally realized the women trying to escape from the wallpaper. She knew she had to help her escape from the wallpaper. She rushed over and started ripping the wallpaper from the wall. Once the wallpaper was gone she was finally free. She knew no one else was allowed to touch the wallpaper while alive. She thought she was finally out of the wallpaper, she was finally free. “‘I’ve got out at last,’ said I, ‘in spite of you and Jennie? And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back!’”(656). She was now officially