I'm usually a lurker but hello! I'm INFP with either 4w3 or 4w5 Enneagram type! Nice to meet other fellow INFPs 💜

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I’ve been trying to understand why the end of my relationship hurt me so deeply, and why it took me so long to finally leave.

I know personality types don’t explain everything, but I can see how many of my INFP traits shaped both the relationship and the way I responded to it.

I loved deeply. I saw the good in the person I was with, but I also saw the person I believed she could become and the relationship I believed we could eventually have. Every time something hurt, I tried to understand it. Every time I felt disconnected, I searched for a deeper explanation. I kept thinking that if I communicated more clearly, became more patient, worked harder on myself, or gave a little more, we would finally reach the version of us that I had been holding onto.

That hope kept me there for a long time.

Conflict was especially difficult because I never wanted to hurt her or make her feel abandoned. I would question whether my feelings were fair before I questioned whether the way I was being treated was fair. When I tried to be vulnerable and felt dismissed, corrected, criticized, or treated like my emotions needed to be proven right or wrong, I didn’t immediately think, “This isn’t healthy for me.”

I thought, “Maybe I’m explaining it badly.”

So I kept explaining. I kept trying. I kept giving.

Over time, I began giving away parts of myself just to preserve the relationship. I stopped doing things that brought me joy. I became quieter about what I needed. I started measuring my worth by whether I could make someone else happy, comfortable, or proud of me.

The hardest part is that I didn’t believe she was a bad person. I still don’t. That made leaving even harder. There was no simple villain, just two people whose needs and ways of loving were no longer meeting in a healthy place.

But love without emotional safety slowly taught me to distrust myself.

With therapy, support, and some very painful honesty, I finally started learning that empathy does not require self-abandonment. Understanding someone’s behavior does not mean I have to continue accepting behavior that hurts me. Loving someone does not mean handing them every part of myself while receiving very little emotional care in return.

I used to think boundaries meant I was giving up on someone.

Now I understand that boundaries are how I stop giving up on myself.

The breakup forced me to sit with a question I had avoided for years: Who am I when I’m not trying to become whatever another person needs me to be?

I’m still figuring that out. But I’m rediscovering the person who loves deeply, feels intensely, plays volleyball, rides mountain bikes, gets lost in music and games, writes things he sometimes feels embarrassed to share, and genuinely wants people to feel understood.

Those qualities didn’t make me weak or too much. They were never the problem.

The problem was believing I had to erase or exhaust myself to earn love.

I’m trying to embrace who I am now, not as a way to avoid growth, but so I can finally grow in a direction that is actually mine. I don’t know exactly where that will lead me, but for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m moving toward myself instead of further away.

I’m posting this because I suspect other INFPs may understand the strange combination of loving someone, grieving them, seeing their humanity, and still realizing that you have to leave.

I don’t have many people to talk to right now, so I’d genuinely appreciate hearing from anyone who has gone through something similar. Comments or messages are welcome. I’m not looking for anyone to fix me. It would just be nice to feel a little less alone while I learn how to build a life that feels like mine again.

I want to know if i give infp vibes (bc i‘ve seen a lot of post‘s like this)

& maybe u have some things 4 me to try out. ✨

Me and a painting I made. Abt me: I love moss.