btw

iamtheniiiiight:

enfpconfessions:

gabappledc:

In case you didn’t know, I’m an ENFP. This means that I spend a great deal of  time worrying about if I’m good enough or doing a good job or worth anyone’s time and being too scared to talk to people for fear of bothering them especially with something as selfish as asking if they think I’m okay.

…which is a problem because we are so outwardly focused that we really can’t tell if we’re okay.

:I

someone hug me plz

Time for hugz.

i like to think of it as having this blind spot that our confidence leaks out of without someone to give us feedback and let us know we’re on target.  unfortunately, it’s no one’s job to do that.  

definitely no one’s job in my lab/work. 

definitely no friend’s job in terms of just doing okay as a human being/romantic partner.

and i have a lot of very very supportive friends.  it doesn’t matter how many or how often I see them.  It’s still a problem as soon as the feedback disappears.  No one to blame for that.  Definitely not them.  We ENFPs just have to surround ourselves with other kinds of tangible proof of our progress/well-being and think things through when we’re not all together sure how to feel.  

remember though, it’s always worth it for us to fill in that gap without needing constant reassurance, to find the resources that give us lasting trust in ourselves.  there are some personality types that are capable of excelling in nearly any field they care about.  we’re one of them.  we’re dynamic and full of possibilities.  those same natural tendencies are the ones that put paranoia and worry into us.  if we take the paranoia out of the equation, we make room to move forward.

and always remember, we constantly underestimate our self-worth.  we just do.  we measure ourselves against the infinite worlds of possibilities we build in our heads so when we don’t meet the great potential of those things or even if we do but we aren’t recognized for it, we feel dejected.  we’re worth so much more than we think.  to all you ENFPs out there, find the proof of the love and assurance you need and don’t let go.  hold onto the real stuff.  the stuff that makes you cry from joy that you’re doing okay.  because more than you think… you are.  you already are.  

and for all things good and holy in this world, surround yourself with people you can actually trust.  anything less while you’re building that confidence will tear you apart.  you’re an ENFP.  you’re probably naturally good at gauging human motivations.  you’ll know when you’ve found the right people.

i know i have.

Yes, perfect. Thank you. <3 <3 <3 

That confidence leak is so true. I, too, have lots of really amazing supportive friends… but the moment I’m alone… the good feelings just start to disappear. 

Thanks for the great tips and advice! I will do my best to follow. 🙂 

Poor Poor Pitiful Yumi

carpetcrawler:

This is my first serious fanfic, even if it’s got a silly ending~ ^^ For the few of us who still proudly wave the Chiba and Yumi flag. This is for you guys. ;_______; And especially for magicwho and her wonderful Chiba and Yumi fics. You are the best always. <3

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DAWWWWW <3 Chiba & Yumi forever! 

btw

In case you didn’t know, I’m an ENFP. This means that I spend a great deal of  time worrying about if I’m good enough or doing a good job or worth anyone’s time and being too scared to talk to people for fear of bothering them especially with something as selfish as asking if they think I’m okay.

…which is a problem because we are so outwardly focused that we really can’t tell if we’re okay.

:I

someone hug me plz

Introvert: my phone is full of people that might expect something from me
Extrovert: my phone is full of people that might not want to hear from me

anglophrenic:

Hey hey Mollie I found a companion piece to your INTJ – ENFP rainbow vomit post.

(I cannot find original artist so PEEPS MESSAGE ME A SOURCE IF IT EXISTS KTHX.)

look it’s me and cori! 

Rae a la Mode!: My husband is an ENFP, and I really don’t have too hard a time telling…

Rae a la Mode!: My husband is an ENFP, and I really don’t have too hard a time telling…

above-n-below-average:

imperfections-dont-define-you:

untitled75236:

dark-wond3rland:

breezeh:

ski-nny-and-fra-gilee:

50shadesofsuicide:

That’s what depression feels like.

Oh god..

this is seriously the scariest thing i’ve seen on this website omfg

it scares me that i can feel this picture…

Depression, eating disorders, paranoia…all of it. This is how it feels.

Does anyone else notice the little trip when the third to last couple lights go out? I feel like she falls at the very end. That’s when you’re done. That’s when whatever dark hold you have swallows you whole. That’s when you can’t fight anymore because you don’t want to fight anymore simply because it takes too much effort to actually try to fight or better yet even want to try to fight. This is what it is, in a visual. That little trip? She stumbles. Fighting for recovery and then perhaps a small relapse. Whether it be a skipped meal, or a scratch on the skin, or a little puking, or anything in between. We all find that we can do it, stop whatever darkness, but sometimes it’s too powerful to get ahead of. Sometimes, it gets too difficult.

This is mental illness. Right here. All of it summed up.