This summer was ruined for me due to Covid 19, all my travel plans had to be cancelled. My long awaited trip to Japan, RUINED. As disappointing as that was for me, I don’t really think I have done anything that might be considered impactful or anything. I mostly stayed home and binge watched shows. I did make my sister who’s afraid of driving on the highway drive on the highway. It seems she’s a little less afraid than before but still hesitant. That’s about the most thrilling things that happened this summer for me.Â
Between the two stories, I prefer “The Yellow Wallpaper”, both of the stories centralizes in mental health. Which even to this day is somewhat of an taboo subject. In “The Yellow Wallpaper” the narrator seems to be suspicious of the house they moved into. She seems to disagree with her husbands and brothers diagnosis. John believes there’s nothing that is making the narrator suffer anymore so she couldn’t be suffering at all. She’s been told not to write because it would exhaust her or something. Which is weird since she suffers from postpartum depression or nervous exhaustion, which is actually very common. This story is basically the narrators little diary where she talks to herself and confesses how she feels about thing and everything happening in her life. She’s been restricted to do many things just because John told her so. She doesn’t even spend time with her baby boy, Mary has to take care of him. The themes in âThe Yellow Wallpaperâ are the oppressive nature of gender roles, appearance versus reality, and the need for self-expression. The yellow wallpaper is very symbolic it represents her family, medine and her own state of being. The narrator seems to have totally lost it, she sees herself in the wallpaper, stuck unable to move around freely. At the end after John fainted and she crept over him it could be interpreted that the narrator was able to rise above John but at the cost of her sanity.