"John is a physician, and perhaps--(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)--perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster.
You see he does not believe I am sick!
And what can one do?
If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression--a slight hysterical tendency-- what is one to do?
My brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing.
So I take phosphates or phosphites--whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to "work" until I am well again.
Personally, I disagree with their ideas.
Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good.
But what is one to do?
I did write for a while in spite of them; but it does exhaust me a good deal--having to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition.
I sometimes fancy that in my condition if I had less opposition and more society and stimulus--but John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad..." - The Yellow Wallpaper"
...THIS DEMENTED STORY has been one of my favourite short stories. This was written by a victorian woman as a fictional journal of a woman's descent into madness (or liberation?). I've wondered and imagined many times what the yellow wallpaper looked like. It's always moving. And people creep in it. I'll get back to you with something. R
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one of my favorites too. definatly post the swatch when you find it . it's a good thing scratch and sniff dosn't work over the internets yet.
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