If grief were a party, ESFPs would be the ones desperately trying to keep the music going long after everyone else has gone home. They’d be passing out drinks and trying to get people to smile, because silence feels like it might swallow them whole. But later, when the laughter fades and the lights go…
If grief were a group project, ISFJs would be the ones holding the whole thing together while everyone else falls apart. They’d be comforting the criers, refilling the snack table, proofreading the eulogy, and only later—like, three months later—realizing they never stopped to breathe. ISFJs are emotional supporters by instinct. When life gets messy, they…
Middle school is where souls go to molt.It’s where your childhood optimism packs up its Lisa Frank folders and moves out, and in its place, a smaller, more suspicious creature begins forming…one who’s learning that humans are confusing, cafeteria pizza isn’t technically food, and popularity is a religion with no consistent doctrine. Every Enneagram type…
Grief has a way of breaking down every system we build to keep life predictable. It doesn’t care how prepared you are, how organized your files are, or how well you handled the last crisis. It just hits, quietly at first, then all at once, until your tried-and-true coping strategies start to feel useless. A…
Somehow you became everyone’s therapist. You didn’t apply for the job, there was no salary negotiation, and you’re still waiting on your benefits package. One day you were just sitting there, sipping your tea, and suddenly someone said, “You’re so easy to talk to,” and the next thing you knew, you’d absorbed seventeen people’s traumas,…
