brettrosenberg

SEARCHED MY ENTIRE LIFE; I AM NOW 50; YEARS OF MEDS, YEARS OF THERAPY, YEARS OF PEOPLE TELLING ME I WAS JUST WEIRD AND A FREAK. WHILST WRITING A POEM LAST WEEK I CAME ACROSS THE INFJ DESCRIPTION UNDER YOUNGIAN THOUGHT, AND I WAS BESIDE MYSELF. THAT IS ME, I SAID, AND QUICKLY EMAILED MY PSYCHIATRIST, AN EMAIL TO WHICH HE HAS YET TO RESPOND. WHY SHOULD HE IT ONLY MEANS I WAS SMART ENOUGH TO FINALLY FIGURE IT OUT FOR MYSELF AND NOW HE IS OUT OF A JOB.
I NOW NEED TO LEARN SOME LIFE SKILLS AS AN INFJ. (NOT A MOMENT TOO SOON). I WAS ABOUT READY TO LEAVE THE PLANET HAVING NOTHING LEFT
SOMEONE, PLEASE TAKE ME UNDER YOUR WING AND TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS

POETRY, JOGGING, SUN, BEACH, GARDENING, BEING GROUCHY BOUT HOW THE WORLD IS NOT AT ALL AS I HAVE ENVISIONED IT WOULD BE WHEN I WAS YOUNG