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As an INFJ, I’ve always been an emotional person.
The kind of person who feels everything deeply, whose heart weighs heavy with the smallest shift in someone else’s mood, and whose thoughts are coloured by emotions rather than logic.
Being a “feeler” isn’t just a trait; it’s the way I move through life, absorbing the world around me like a sponge.
But it’s also exhausting to allow my emotions control me, rather than the other way around.
When you’re sensitive, words can hurt more.
A comment that might be brushed off by someone else can stay with me for days, replaying over and over in my head.
I’ve always cared about what people think, not because I’m insecure, but because I want to make people happy.
So when someone says something hurtful, it cuts deeper than it should.
My rational side knows better, but my heart doesn’t listen.
When you’re a feeler, people’s emotions affect you more.
It’s like being a mirror to everyone around you, reflecting their feelings even when you don’t want to.
If someone I care about is upset, I carry their sadness with me.
