If you were to say the name of one of the short stories we read this year, it would take me a while to remember what it was about (if I could truly remember at all). However, there were a few that really stuck with me, proving that they meant something to me - so I will write the next few blogs about those stories.
The first of which is The Yellow Wall-Paper. I'm not clinically crazy, I've always been invited to express my feelings and thoughts, never experienced post-partum depression, and have never been locked in a room with bars on all windows. I don't know why I related to her, or to the story, but for some reason I did. The story was an extremely captivating one. It is easy to read, and you are intrigued to turn the page to hear her next thoughts. It is an extremely sad story, watching our narrator turn from almost innocent and lost, being told to not work and sit in this room. I can't imagine being cooped up all day - I would go crazy too. If you aren't aloud to socialize, to work, paint, create, live life, how can you ever be expected to go back to living a normal life. You can't. She was doomed from the start.
The think what really makes me think about this story is just how infatuated and obsessive she was the inanimate object. Trying to put myself in that state of mind is simply impossible. It really saddens my heart to see the poor state of mind she was in, and the lack of anyone truly helping, anyone asking her what she needs and really listening.
I agree with what you said about being sad seeing a woman in such a poor state acting this crazy. I personally was not a big fan of this story probably because of how it made me feel after. It also make me thankful that I have family would will hopefully never lock me in a room by myself as a form of "help"
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