The INFJ Curse: You Listen, But Who Listens to You?
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…