Isolation: Feeling like you’re born to understand others… But not to be understood yourself.

Lately in certain circles I’ve been really feeling that sense that people aren’t wanting me around. Like I’m not going anywhere but someone has already packed your suitcase for you. You feel like a burden and there’s a deep need to disappear , wanting the ground to swallow you whole. Its a terrible feeling but it’s something our personality type have felt often. We view things a different way, often intuitively, and freak ourselves out (and others!) on a regular basis with the complexity and insight we offer (or awkward silence, or none stop verbal onslaught about something we care deeply about!). 

Then contradict that with an intense need to help others, to be wanted, to be understood..  and there you have a recipe for serious stress and anxiety. Delightful.

When deep in your head you look back on situations and people that let you down. It wasn’t always like this, and you mull over every single interaction piecing together how on earth it got this bad. It cuts like a knife when you can tell, purely by a look, or how someone said something to you or about you, that you’re not liked or not approved of. Sometimes you wish you were oblivious to it, that you didn’t read body language or vocal intonations so well. You tell yourself to stop being so insecure and insist maybe you got it wrong, you convince yourself you’re being silly… but then actions follow and your gut was right. Again. Darn it.

For me I love getting to the stage where I’ve pieced it together, discussed it with a select few others I trust… Reflection is key here and there’s always something more to learn, something to try for next time. 

Sometimes, the brutal honesty that can come blurting out verbally or written isn’t the best card to play. Sometimes your silence is mistaken for judgement or snobbery. People make first impressions fast and if you aren’t needed right then and there in that moment, or you don’t act correctly in their eyes, there is a tendancy for you to be completely overlooked.

Its especially hard when someone’s “need” of you changes, you build up all this trust and then in minutes it’s shattered and you try so hard to fix it but know deep down you’ve done all you can. 

Also, when you’re young and trying to find where you fit in it can involve moving around a lot, meeting new people, saying goodbyes and hellos all too frequently. This can be so draining for us, we all crave a depth of connection that can only be forged with time and yet life can fluctuate at such a pace that at the end of the day you’re left alone. Again. In your own head. Arguably this is true for everyone in this situation of course but for INFJs this feels particularly soul destroying.

So keep it strange INFJs, we offer a unique perspective, dont dwell on misunderstandings and be brave. Odds are people just need a nudge, an explanation, or are going through too much hell themselves to see it. Your inner circle will make themselves known to you eventually. Until then, make friends with yourself, you’ll be surprised how far you’ll go.

As I write this after a particularly bad day wanting to crawl out my own skull the neighbours cat has decided to come purr on my lap. Aren’t animals amazing.

Until next time x


World introvert day

January 2nd is world introvert day so thought I’d do a post!

Despite us introverts making up an estimated 30-50% of the world’s population society seems geared towards extroversion. From classrooms to the workplace it’s collaboration, public speaking, presentations and fast pace that rule when qualities like reflection and independence are often overlooked and undervalued. When you think of a successful person, do the loudest ones pop into your head first before the quieter scientists, philosophers and authors?

Also often misunderstood is that introversion is a group of traits and are on a continuum. So not every introvert will crumble when told to collaborate with others, it’s more about having an awareness of where you get your energy from. 

So if after this holiday season you’ve found yourself craving some alone time…. You may be an introvert despite being perceived as the life and soul of the party a couple of days earlier. 

Some people are what’s known as “ambiverts” and have both extrovert and introvert features in their personality. This makes them highly adaptable in today’s society just like anyone who happens to be nearer the middle of the continuum. For example, I’d say I’m introverted but nearer the middle than other introverts out there so I can exhibit those extroverted qualities but it leaves me with a “people hangover” if I do it for too long. Recharging is key.

Today on world introvert day I’ve spent the majority of it at home recharging after an extremely busy festive season. Sometimes you just need your own space! How ever you’ve spent today, extend some love to your introverts in your life and educate people about the different traits that make us all unique. 

Stress, grief and finding ways to get by…

This week in particular seems to have been one thing after another. Testing my patience, my nerves and in the end it’s physically and mentally exhausting.

For anyone who has an introverted personality, the temptation to bottle this all up multiplies when coupled with the “people-pleaser” streak I’ve always had. Instead I was brave and early in this week of mishaps I messaged some of my friends explaining that things were hard. I’m so glad I did because things didn’t improve and I could sense that these next few days, weeks were going to be hard.

Sometimes, you have to take a good look at yourself and what you are dealing with. I’m certain I’m suffering more than I’m letting on, my home is a mess and my mind refuses to shut off. Yet I managed to be quite sociable this week all things considered…. But boy am I suffering for it now. I just want to curl up and shut the world out. 

The icing on the cake came today at the tragic news of one of my friends passing. I had to, as a matter of urgency, list down every single thing I am grateful for and surround myself with good company for a short while to give me focus and stop me from wallowing in negativity. I’m now sat here on my own in a blanket recharging and getting ready for the week ahead. 

I felt every emotion this week and then some. Its important to be honest about that and take time to recharge. That’s what strength really is I think. 

For anyone stressed/grieving right now:

– be utterly honest with yourself and those around you no matter how tall you want to build those walls. People love you and want to understand and help. They can’t read your mind, tell them!

– cry, laugh, be creative, take naps, do whatever you need to do in that moment to cope

– don’t let your routines slip, eat healthy foods and try your best to sleep, even if you have to take sleeping pills to achieve a good 6-8hrs. Your body and mind will thank you.

– when the negativity builds, acknowledge that things are hard and remember you cannot control everything. 

– Be relentless in finding small moments of positivity, gratitude can cut through the chaos like a blade and make you feel better

– be kind, to yourself and others, things will get better.

Until next time x

Music: How introversion keeps playing a part

Music was a big player in building my confidence and resilience as a child and a teenager, yet now as an adult I keep having this love/hate relationship with any music project I pursue.


So, in the very beginning I became part of a choir with my best friend from primary school.  I was about 7 or 8 at the time I think. This taught me singing techniques and allowed me to socialise with a wide range of people. At one point we even performed in a large football stadium to hundreds, possibly thousands of people.

Along came secondary school, my friend and I left the choir after many years and our school luckily ran a project called “Rock School” which allowed teenagers to form bands of any genre and practice on a Monday night in school for 50p each a week. I found my love for drumming here and she played bass then she moved on to sing lead vocals in another band.

Now I’ll pause a moment. I know you are likely thinking “How on earth did an introverted, highly sensitive child and teenager have the guts to do this?”. Well in part I believe it is the INFJ personality type. We are stubborn and relentless in our pursuit of what makes us tick and for me it was music. My personality allowed for hours of practice alone on the drums without me giving up or becoming bored. This allowed me to be the “glue” that held these bands together and really listen to what the other members of the group had to say. I also believe the fact I was surrounded by school friends,  I was in our familiar school environment, that I was able to be a bit more comfortable and channel my nerves into this meaningful outlet.

Fast forward to university, with my now husband (who is an INTJ and plays bass guitar) and it was not long after we had settled into our new city that we felt we needed to join a band. In the end he joined one and I joined two, I drummed in one and was lead vocals in the other.

Despite not having much money, or a car, we slowly built up a collection of musical instruments and both of our bands were doing quite well. We kept this up for over a year until disaster started knocking at our door. Both bands eventually broke up, I continued doing small projects, learnt basic acoustic guitar and even learnt to play bass guitar so I could support my uncles band at a festival. I later jammed with colleagues at university once I was in my first graduate job but again that fizzled out. I’m now sat here at 24 with a full spare room of instruments and no project to allow me to play them.

There are multiple reasons why music projects and pursuits don’t work. A big one for me was the lack of money and resources as practice spaces and transportation to and from gigs all cost a lot, as well as the upfront cost and upkeep of instruments themselves.

On reflection however, I also feel being an introvert is playing a part. I suffered with some bad experiences in my musical journey from blatant sexism to being told during “band discussions” about the various flaws I apparently had. My quieter personality in a room of large egos and extroverts meant I would often get drowned out or brushed aside. I would mull over these negative comments and feelings for days, weeks even. Pulling myself apart and agonising over every single word. Sometimes I would have these strange outbursts of anger, or an outpouring of feelings, like a cork popping on a bottle. More often than not my bandmates didn’t even realise they had upset me, or an experience at a gig had upset me, until it was too late. I was most confident at written communication, so they wouldn’t understand how I could write about these things but find it hard to say it to them face to face. Texts, social media, and now blog posts too are a far clearer way of me expressing what it is I want to say.

The perks of perfectionism meant I would do my best to learn my parts off by heart and perform with precision despite my challenges (impossible to set up a drumkit and thrash around in a tiny 1 bedroom flat right?!) . I would struggle with outward expressive performance on stage though, many photos of me drumming showed such a serious expression on my face as I concentrated so heavily on getting it just right. It took a lot out of me and my nerves before gigs were bordering on crippling.

drumming serious

To be fair, I was singing and drumming at the same time for a lot of the gigs so I was having to concentrate really hard! Still, this apparent “seriousness” (which is very common for the INFJ personality type) was sometimes seen as refreshing, other times seen as a bit of a “buzz-kill” in the creative community.

The long hours and multiple commitments (two bands, plus a full time university degree and a weekend job) meant that I got the introverts “People Hangover” really often as well as genuine physical exhaustion. I wanted to retreat to be alone and sometimes this was impossible, meaning I was more likely to appear moody, distant etc without meaning to. Ever heard the term “resting bitch face”? I was the very definition of this!

When the bands ended I was caught up in securing my graduate job, then planning my wedding, then finding another job so I certainly didn’t feel sad or bored. The small projects I pursued afterwards rebuilt my lost confidence and I honestly feel my new, reflective, mature approach will stand me in good stead. I am highly aware of my flaws, I always will be, and I will always pursue anything musically with a lot of my heart and soul on my sleeve. This vulnerability will hopefully now be overshadowed by a maturity grounded in these experiences so far and make me reflect and make me a better musician and person for it.

To finish up: My musical journey so far has been amazing, I’ve met some truly talented and fantastic people. I’ve done things that push boundaries and performed to big crowds despite the nerves. I have some reservations now though as to how I move forward. My financial situation has yet to improve (but it will in time!) , I still don’t drive (but learning to!) so I won’t rush into a new project but I also won’t rule out ever playing music again in future.

Until next time,

Amie x

How one introvert has learnt to deal with multiple sudden life changes

We’ve all been there, or will be at some point, life doesn’t like to work in a linear and straightforward fashion. It likes to surprise, challenge and shock you to your core. 

My personality type, my experiences and coping strategies mean that when unplanned big changes strike I initially go into melt down. 

In part I believe it’s my INFJ-ness (and if you believe in astronomy, I’m a Capricorn) I plan, I set goals, I can conquer mountains if I set my mind to something 100%. If shifted off course, that means hard reset and it drains my emotional investment. I love being spontaneous, but my comfort levels are much higher if I know a framework/got a path to follow. As an introvert I reflect and self-critique so will be quick to blame myself if something goes wrong even if realistically I had no control over it. 

Also, as I love being here for others as a shoulder to lean on, if I wobble then it all crumbles. I adore my friends hugely but a large chunk of them offload their issues onto me or lean on me and rely on me in one way or another. This hasn’t been possible recently and it’s caused a real sense of guilt within me as others close to me are in turmoil too and I want to reach out but can’t fully.

So, what is a meltdown for me? Usually tears, lots of them, questions, rambling, even a raised voice if it’s something I’m passionate/angry about… I have to let it all out so that I can start to piece together a new plan of action. I have gotten much better over the years. Sometimes if really upset I take myself away to a quieter space and have a trusted friend/family member with me or on the phone to me and a forewarning of “let me have a melt down for 10 mins, I won’t make much sense, just nod and pass me tissues!”.
Many would see this as not coping. In what way is being a sobbing snotty mess coping? Well I beg to differ. It is important to unpack everything you feel, the good and the bad, familiarise yourself with it and don’t shy away from it. This allows you to try and accept it… then move forward. It won’t be easy but I’ve certainly found that when I bottle it in I physically and mentally suffer far far more than if I do try and unlock it all (safely and sensibly of course,  cry  and lean on others if you need to) both in the moment as well as shortly after. 

I don’t cry all that often, so when something really big happens, I make a point of checking if I need to cry and let some of the frustration out in this way. A lot of introverts struggle with this “uncorking” process but over 20 years of being on this planet and I’ve just about started to face up to it. I used to really bottle it all in but after this backfires a few times you start to question your coping methods. You cannot remain resolute like a stone statue forever, a bit of emotion is healthy and absolutely acceptable.

I am on day 3 of waterworks turned firmly on and… in a way…. it feels good.