It doesn’t take long for the days to blur together while being home alone sick with a chronic illness for years on end. Each day shifting from the bed to the couch and back again, staring at one screen or another. Here, I accidentally opened the camera app while in the midst of doom scrolling on my phone, and this was the face that stared back at me. Behind me, the yellow paint of the walls has turned a sickly green while in shadow. Who would’ve known when the living room was painted such a cheery colour that it would instead foreshadow how my life would connect with the story of The Yellow Wallpaper? I’m trapped in my home, but by no greater force than my own body. The houseplants that provide welcome vitality and distraction loom around me. They are one of the few signs that time marches on as they send out new growth. In sharp contrast to my illness, they flourish in my care. The shock of seeing my current state mirrored back at me unexpectedly was enough to put my phone down, at least for a while.