I’ve spent the last few years convinced I could fix myself. Not in a motivational-poster kind of way. More in a “if I just think hard enough, feel hard enough, try hard enough, eventually my brain will cooperate” kind of way. It helped. But it was never quite enough.

Ever wondered what an INFJ really thinks about while staring into space? Spoiler: everything. All at once. Welcome to the charming chaos of an INFJ mind. Bring snacks.