The Yellow Wallpaper

Life is very much more exciting now than it used to be.

There comes John’s sister. Such a dear girl as she is, and so careful of me! I must not let her find me writing. She is a perfect and enthusiastic housekeeper, and hopes for no better profession. I verily believe she thinks it is the writing which made me sick!

Now why should that man have fainted? But he did,and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!

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 think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad. So I will let it alone and talk about the house.

But I must say what I feel and think in some way — it is such a relief! But the effort is getting to be greater than the relief.