As I walk through the door there she is still sitting in the same place as this morning, I wonder if she has even moved today. She is still sitting, staring at the blank wall; I can see her mouth moving but cannot hear the words which escape her lips. Is she talking to herself or the wall, I thought but I decided I would rather not know. I walk slowly to the counter in the kitchen where doctor S Weir Mitchell's number sat. Day after day the number stares at me, wanting, teasing me knowing that at one point I will give up. S Wear Mitchell is the most well-known mental institution doctor in this reign. One of Jane's friends gave it to me a week ago; the signs have been increasing lately. She doesn't sleep at night anymore and I constantly here her pacing around the room talking, laughing and scratching at the wall. I don't understand what happened to her but I hope it doesn't get any worse.
That night while making dinner Jane started to scream and yell saying give her back, give her back to me. As I turned around she was on the ground punching it still yelling the same words. I made my way to her from the kitchen and she suddenly stopped. Everything fell silent; she stood up sat back down and watched the wall again. Instantly I knew what I had to, I walked back to the kitchen and called the doctor. We arranged to meet the next day and discuss how to approach the situation she is in. She does not want to frighten her or to cause her distress so we must handle it carefully. The doctor came late morning and examined her behaviour, the results were conclusive. She had to leave as this place was not good for her anymore. The doctor diagnoses her illness as hysterical breakdowns and prescribes her with the 'rest' cure.
We make her believe that it is just a holiday home where she can relax without a constant reminder. The room is small; the rusted wire bedframe is secured to the floors, with heavy chains ready to restrain her if necessary. The bars on the window are equally spaced out like a jail cell. The musted, yellow wallpaper provided no relief what so ever, it reminds her of the nursery she would have had for her baby.