So guess what, after 22 years of beating my head against a brick wall, I go see a therapist earlier this week and I fill in some bubbles. Turns out, I'm an INFP! Not crazy! So now I've read both Gifts Differing and Please Understand Me in under 48 hours, and I'm foaming at the mouth with excitement for the future. My relationship to the world now makes sense.
Indeed, the acute feelings of solitude and isolation which paralyzed me throughout my childhood have been given a constructive explanation, and my recent period of darkness can be attributed to the way I've been forcing myself to think and act more "normal." More like others.
Believe me, I had tried blending in, meds, religion, Spinoza, Schopenhauer, and most things in between (just not Jung). And although I learned a great deal from that march through psychohell, I've realized that my feelings of loneliness and despair were essentially brought about by the way I devalued myself and turned away from my true nature.
So now I've put the print of David's "Death of Socrates" back on my wall, I'm listening to Bob Dylan and the Band's "Basement Tapes", and I'm filling out an application to teach English in Bogota this fall.
I'm aware I'm probably overreacting just a smidgen, but has anyone else gone through this? I'd like to share my joy with others who've shared this phantom ailment.
Thanks!
Brady
Indeed, the acute feelings of solitude and isolation which paralyzed me throughout my childhood have been given a constructive explanation, and my recent period of darkness can be attributed to the way I've been forcing myself to think and act more "normal." More like others.
Believe me, I had tried blending in, meds, religion, Spinoza, Schopenhauer, and most things in between (just not Jung). And although I learned a great deal from that march through psychohell, I've realized that my feelings of loneliness and despair were essentially brought about by the way I devalued myself and turned away from my true nature.
So now I've put the print of David's "Death of Socrates" back on my wall, I'm listening to Bob Dylan and the Band's "Basement Tapes", and I'm filling out an application to teach English in Bogota this fall.
I'm aware I'm probably overreacting just a smidgen, but has anyone else gone through this? I'd like to share my joy with others who've shared this phantom ailment.
Thanks!
Brady