The MBTI type descriptions are often very accurate (provided that you’ve typed yourself correctly) and a lot of the included career suggestions, relationship advice, personal growth info, or even success stories from famous people turn out to be quite helpful and inspiring.
Depression has a cunning way of showing you all the bad in the world, hiding all the good, and then portraying this biased view as the ‘true’ version.
I hate how much trouble I have talking to people. I hate how uncomfortable I feel in social situations. I hate how I constantly feel like I don’t belong.
“Finding myself” in relation to my travels make it sound as if I actually left my right leg in Medellin, or something. But “finding myself” is exactly what I’m trying to do.
Because after 23 years of thinking that I knew my ethnic background — of thinking that I knew who I was — I have found out news that changes everything, but at the same time, nothing:
I am (probably) black.
Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and have no idea what’s bothering me. I just feel fear. Fear for my life. Fear for my future.
To be honest I’m not quite sure if you were even looking at me or looking through me. I don’t know you that well after all. Maybe you just like to stare at empty spaces and mistook me for one.