How do the narrator's perceptions of the wallpaper shift your perceptions of the narrator?

I have nothing but sympathy for the narrator. Although she does not believe that anything is wrong with her, John, her physician husband, diagnoses her with neurasthenia and prescribes several months of S. Weir Mitchell’s famed “rest cure.” In addition to being confined to the nursery in their rented summer home, the narrator is expressly forbidden to write or engage in any creative activity. The narrator desperately wants to please her husband and assume her role as an ideal mother and wife, but she is unable to balance her husband’s needs with her desire to express her creativity. I can see the narrator's creative mind struggling to make sense of her oppressive situation. I wonder how she was able to keep her sanity living with her patriarchal husband.