“The curse of the deep feeler is giving everything, noticing everything, and still being told you’re too much.” -Anonymous

My Interpretation: It is not that INFJs are “too much.” It is that we notice the micro-expressions, the tone shifts, the words you did not say; & we build an emotional flowchart about it while pretending we are fine. We care at forensic levels. We love like it is a full-time job. & yes, sometimes it is absolutely ridiculous how much we give of ourselves just to keep everyone else okay. But honestly? I would not survive being any other way.

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Series: Personality Files

Post 1

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I. Welcome to My Brain: A Roundtable of Chaos

Being an INFJ is like being the manager of a psychic call center that never closes.

My intuition is on the night shift, my anxiety is on lunch break,

& empathy is in HR crying again.

 

I can read a room –

like it has subtitles.

I can feel someone’s mood change –

before they even open their mouth.

But can I tell if I am hungry or just emotionally spiraling? No clue. Not my department.

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II. The Humble Disaster That Cares Too Hard

Here is the thing about me:

I am self-aware enough to know I am ridiculous.

 

I will send you a three-paragraph text about emotional safety –

& forget to drink water all day.

I will ruin my own sleep schedule to –

help you find peace.

I will hold space for everyone until –

I collapse into it myself.

 

It is not martyrdom; it is muscle memory.

Some of us learned love meant earning it –

so now we give it like we are trying to pay off emotional debt.

 

But I am learning (slowly, painfully, & with way too many Google Docs)

that giving does not mean disappearing.

That empathy can exist without self-erasure.

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III. The Funny Side of Feeling Everything

People think INFJs are mysterious & deep.

 

Nah. We are just running emotional diagnostics 24/7 & occasionally forgetting how to human.

• I overthink texts like they are sacred scrolls.
• I rehearse conversations that will never happen.
• I have an existential crisis every time I see the phrase “We need to talk.”
• My brain throws surprise parties for intrusive thoughts.

 

& still –

I am the friend who shows up,

the mom who listens,

the woman who tries to understand before she reacts (keyword tries).

 

I do not want to be the “chill girl.”

I want to be the one who gives a damn, even when it is inconvenient.

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IV. The Real Talk Ending

So yeah, I am an INFJ –

a cosmic mix of empathy, caffeine, & chaos wrapped in soft lighting & over–analysis.

I care too much, think too deeply, & occasionally disappear

because I am recharging from the weight of everyone else’s energy.

 

But underneath it?

There is a fire that does not die.

The one that keeps showing up for people –

even after she swore, she would not.

The one that knows she is humbly ridiculous –

but still refuses to stop caring.

 

Because maybe that is my real main character energy –

not the drama,

not the intuition,

but the persistence to keep loving in a world that calls it weakness.

 

Xoxo ♡