There’s this weird thing that happens when you’re incredibly dependable: people start to forget you exist until something goes wrong. You’re like the Wi-Fi—essential, invisible, and only appreciated when it’s down. Welcome to the emotional life of the ISFJ. You show up. You care. You remember that your partner doesn’t like pulp in their orange…
If you’re a Two, you probably know how to make yourself indispensable. You’re the one who remembers everyone’s birthday and their preferred cake flavor. The one who shows up with soup when someone so much as sneezes in your vicinity. You’re a master of love-through-action, the emotional EMT who knows how to stabilize a heart…
If you’re an INFJ, chances are you’ve had this moment: You’re sitting on the couch, nodding empathetically while someone pours their heart out—trauma, heartbreak, existential dread, the whole messy human experience. And you’re fully present. You say the right thing. You hand them tissues. You tell them they’re not crazy, they’re just processing something very…
There are two kinds of decisions in life: the ones that matter, and the ones that feel like they might matter and therefore derail your entire day, sense of self, and will to live. If you’re an Enneagram Six, there’s a good chance you know exactly what I’m talking about. Should you speak up in…
There’s this moment that happens to a lot of INFPs—usually around 7:12 a.m., just after the third snooze alarm, somewhere between existential dread and the crushing realization that you still have to fold laundry and answer that one email you’ve been ignoring since Thursday. You look around at your life—at the sink full of dishes,…
