As an INFP, I love to write. It’s such a natural extension of myself, that not a single day goes by without me doing some writing. I know this is not only true for me, but many other INFPs feel the same.
When my last period of depression was at its worst, I had this on-going feeling of lacking the ability to do what I wanted, no matter how hard I tried. And this wasn’t about reaching life-long goals. This feeling extended to simple things like keeping up with chores and taking...