Writer's Attitude in The Yellow Wallpaper

In reading Charlotte Gilman's The Yellow Wallpaper, I was, obviously, most struck by the author's attitude throughout the story.  From the beginning, it seemed clear to me that the writer was deliberately trying to evoke pity/sympathy for herself from her readers, but because of her chronically bad attitude, she fell considerably short of successfully getting any from me.

First of all, I have to acknowledge the extreme irony in the woman's situation regarding her mental state.  In the beginning, though she complains all too much about the littlest things, she appears to be quite sane.  However, her husband and her brother are both "doctors," and both thoroughly convinced she is "sick."  She professes to us the audience herself, though, that she is fine, simply complaining all too much about the littlest things about the house and about how the simplest of things, like write freely of whatever is on her mind, or tolerate her husband, are extremely difficult and fatiguing endeavors for her.  I mean, it goes without saying that one should not spend so much time thinking (and complaining about) a wallpaper.  These huge problems in the writer's life that she alludes to, to me, appear to be a classic example of what I would call first-world problems.  The writer's attitude is dominated by a sense of "life is hopeless," "it's out to get me," as she constantly repeats the query "what is one to do?"  And this terrible attitude, coupled with her chronic complaints and constant glass half-empty mentality, is the reason that I feel no sympathy for her.

Eventually, we find out that the husband's motivation for keeping his wife in the house and encouraging her to "get better" is really to get her to look better physically.  We see this directly as the writer refers to her loss in weight and better figure, which she points out to her husband, and immediately pinches a nerve.  We also discover him to be a classically self-entitled doctor, who, being a doctor, assumes he is right about everything, as he claims his wife is getting better while we see her spiraling downwards into a clear state of insanity.  This insanity, I believe, is pretty self evident-she hallucinates women out of her windows, spends literally all of her waking hours looking at her wallpaper, and eventually convinces herself that she was birthed from it, and begins trying desperately to immerse herself back into it by clawing at it and running herself up and down the walls.  How much more evidence for insanity could even a doctor ask for?

In the end, I was almost expecting something significant (or, at least, more significant than just causing someone to faint) to come from the wallpaper.  I suppose I grew suspicious of this as the writer began to allude to her secret motivations to control people-tie them up, specifically, and we also see her becoming extremely skeptical and even afraid of her family members, John, her husband, included, as she convinces herself that they harbor similar thoughts and delusions to her own about the wallpaper.  Ultimately, though, her clear-cut insanity causes nothing more than to freak her husband out sufficiently enough to make him lose consciousness, and we are left to imagine what is to come of their meager relationship from there.