In both texts that you read, the line between reality and imagination blurs—the narrator sees a woman in the wallpaper, while Dickinson’s speaker feels their own funeral happening in their mind. Have you ever had an experience where stress, fear, or emotions made something feel distorted or unreal? How did you ground yourself in reality again?
An experience I've had when the line between reality and imagination blurred is one time when I was having a panic attack and I thought everyone hated me and I couldn't get myself together. I was having a really bad time and it got to the point where I couldn't control my thoughts anymore and my mom had to calm me down.
Today in class we started discussion questions on the yellow wallpaper. I thought it was an interesting assignment and helped me learn more about the story.
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