I used to think I was weak. Thoughts raced around my head, telling me I wasn’t good enough, I had nothing to offer, and no one cared about me.
My parents were social butterflies. Their existence was a constant stream of get-togethers, dinner invitations, and guests at all hours.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate the people who shower us with love. I just found it uncomfortable having my health become such a hot topic of discussion.
One professor understood, and the remarkable example she set showed me that there was no reason for introverts to struggle so much in the classroom.
There are times I call Quiet Euphoria. In these moments, I’m blissful. Quiet Euphoria is when I find myself driving alone on a gorgeous June day.
If you are an introvert and you don’t talk a lot, people will automatically assume that you are a very meek and mild-mannered person.
I know I was withdrawn and quiet, and overall, I was unappealing as a college roommate. I hated who I was and why I was that way.
I then discovered that I was an INFJ. This realization gave me the feeling that I was not alone, and this was a very powerful moment for me.
Extroverts could walk into a room and everyone would eagerly await their humor. I, an introvert, just sat there thinking, like always.
Do not let the past dictate who you are or what your future will be. I spent my teens and early twenties buried in books and television shows.