My therapist recommended I should share my story with the world on the hopes that it helps people. I am also hoping to maybe find some people that understand, which is why I figured this subreddit was appropriate. Some of the only people I have met that I connected with were INFJ's, probably because I am one myself (41m).
As part of the lyrics in one of my favorite songs says, "I was born in the rain". I almost died when I was born and had to be sent to the ICU. That has pretty much set the tone for things. Last I counted, I have almost died ten times. Some of the major one include ruptured appendix, CDiff after that, runaway bleeding after sinus surgery, thyroid levels tanking to zero, serotonin depletion syndrome twice, multiple autoimmune diseases, and of course suicidal depression. I have rebuilt my body 3 times weighing as little as 90lbs at 6'2. Doctors get pretty concerned if you reach that point lol. I have seen just about every specialist you can name and I won't even begin to list all the tests I have undergone.
My existence has been filled with mental and physical health issues. Like many people, I had anxiety growing up. Panic attacks starting when I was about 13 and continuing daily until I was about 35. I have been on every SSRI and SNRI for either anxiety or depression or both. My mind can loosely be described as a warzone, constantly dealing with those issues, I never really had a chance to rest. When your body and mind fail you, having a sense of control means everything and the thought of suicide gave me that control. I wore it like armor, knowing that all the pain would and could end eventually. For me, death wasn't just around, I knew it was coming and never in my wildest imagination did I think would live to see 40.
I keep wondering, are you born an INFJ or made one? Intensity was one of the INFJ traits I needed most to survive. And I guess that is really who I am, someone that spent life in a constant struggle to survive. I am the very definition of the tortured dreamer. Dreaming of love, dreaming of freedom, dreaming of purpose. Living in a fantasy is how I coped with the harshness of my reality. Somehow through all of it I managed to build a mostly successful life. A great career, friends that really care about me, and a unique perspective on things.
But sacrifices had to made, and for me that was relationships, finding a partner. There are really two reasons it had to be that way. The first is just how hard it would have been to have someone close to me watch me wither away and die. Like a warrior in combat, my concern for them a constant distraction (good old INFJ Empathy). I honestly haven't met anyone that I felt could be close to the darkness I called home. The other half of the coin was what if they left me? I could understand the why, but tasting love and having it ripped away from me... The tightrope walk likely would have been over at that point.
Having said that, it is the thing I wanted and still want most, someone to love and to love me in kind. I think many of you will understand this part. Most people I have met that were interested in me, did so because of what I call surface stuff. In other words what I could offer them instead of the person that I am. As INFJ's I find that we seek more than that, a deeper connection. Someone who understands, someone who is all in, a warrior to stand along side us through life. I think it is a dream we share and hopefully a reality for some of you.
Over the last 3 years, through nothing less than extreme discipline and effort, the long war seems to be ending. It mostly came down to testing every single food, every single supplement and vitamin, and finding the combination of those that this cursed vessel I am stuck in needed. Anxiety: gone, Depression: see ya, every other health symptom under the sun: a long awaited respite. It is hard to even put into words how it all feels, maybe it does feel like a dream, or waking up from a very long nightmare.
I want you all to know that yes, being an INFJ does hurt sometimes, but there is beauty in it as well. Caring so much about other people gave me a reason to keep fighting when I had no business doing so. In life, the happiest people are those who have suffered and therefore have an understanding of what is really important: the people they care about. How much brighter and warmer does the sun feel when you have been in a cold dark place? How does a cupcake taste after eating nothing but broccoli for weeks? How do you feel hugging your family after returning from a long tour of duty?
That is what life is about, the beautiful moments we find in the chaos. The dichotomy of light and shadow giving meaning to it all. My wish is that this post reaches some of you. Life is tough, but the human spirit is pretty tough too if you ask me. It is OK to be who we are, to feel deeply, to care so much, to want the world to be better. It isn't just OK, it is what this world needs and it is why I am still here, trying to make things a little bit brighter. I know that the love I seek is out there because it is in me. Remember that and keep being true to yourself.
If you made it this far thanks for reading, and if anyone needs someone to talk to feel free to DM me. Just another INFJ that cares about all of you and one that hopes you are keeping up the fight.