So what I mean is...

Reading literature that is all metaphoric is one thing. Analyzing literature that is all metaphoric is another thing. I've analyzed myself back to the beginning. I have so many ideas of what this short story was intended to mean. I'm at a loss. And my poor essay, it's at a loss too.

Any thoughts on The Yellow Wallpaper?

Feminism

Restraint

Illness

Depression

Insanity

The man's role/power

Secrets

Perspective