Prequel to "The Yellow Wallpaper"

     One day as I took my daily walk to enjoy the warm sunlight and fresh air, I began to become swept away with my own thoughts. As I pondered to myself, I realized that I could not have been happier about living the rest of my life with my dear John but things have been slightly different lately. We had just celebrated his graduation from medical school which was an exciting moment for the both of us because he is now free to open his own private practice, which he did. "Things could not get any better between us," I thought to myself as I walked. However, this thought of mine reversed and things between us began to go down hill for a short period of time. He was suffering from exhaustion because of his new job and I hated to see him this way. Things improved quickly and we were back to our normal, loving selves in no time. 

     A few weeks had gone by and everything was quite fine. John, being a physician, makes me nervous because he has such a big responsibility placed on him. I also do not like to be left alone for long periods of time; loneliness comes with being the wife of a physician I guess. When I would be left alone, I would attempt to find different activities of my fancy. I realized that I enjoyed to write because it allowed me to be freed of my thoughts when I had no one else to speak to. Another one of my new favorite activities was sitting outside among the flowers and sunlight. Because I was always alone, I began to rely only on myself and was left to get lost in my own head. When he was gone I would also be so worried about my loving husband that I would have minor "panic attacks" as John called them once he found out by the nanny he hired to help me with our baby while he was away. 

     John finally returned home after his long hours of the day and saw me sitting on the chair that we both love, just staring at nothing. He asked me, "Honey, are you okay? You seem to be acting a little different lately and I am worried about you." He would not hear me when I said I was fine, so he took me to the doctor and when I was told for the second time that there was nothing wrong with me he stopped questioning me. My nervous state of mind only increased which caused my activities to be numbered and my thoughts endless. My nervousness was now bypassed by John because he was convinced nothing was technically wrong although he knew that I was different. He suggested that we go away for a few months  in order to clear our heads. I could not be happier about our new beginning there.