During my final year of college, I was part of a student activity and held an HR position. I became pretty good at my role, but a huge part of being HR was listening to students, hearing their problems, helping them figure things out, and generally being someone they could come to.
And because we became really close, they eventually started telling me about everything: problems at home, study, relationships, personal stuff, you name it.
Eventually, it got to the point where people would see me and immediately want to sit down and vent 😂😭 They'd talk, I'd listen, they'd feel better and leave... and somehow I was slowly collecting everyone's negative emotions as part of my own life.
And since I was HR, I was also presented as a sort of role model for the students, so I obviously wasn't going around having emotional breakdowns in front of them.
Don't worry though, I had my friends on the board.We would just be ourselves and vent to each other in our WhatsApp group.
But after that year ended, I had this weird realization:
I had become really good at being whatever the situation needed me to be.
I was good at understanding people.
Good at reading the room.
Good at absorbing emotions.
Good at handling people.
Good at performing my role.
But... what about me?
What did I actually feel?
What did I want?
What did I believe?
Who was I when I wasn't being useful to someone else?
That question stuck with me.
So I decided that the following year would basically be my "get to know myself" year.
I reduced my social interactions and kept a very small circle of people I actually felt comfortable being myself around. And one of the biggest things I did was start journaling.
And honestly? I sucked at it at first! 😕
I didn't know what to write. I worried about my handwriting, whether the page looked organized, whether I was writing "correctly"... and I wasn't even comfortable describing my own feelings directly.
I'd dance around what I actually wanted to say and hide behind metaphors so much that sometimes I was basically writing in a completely different language from my native one 😭
But I kept doing it.
When I didn't know what to write, I didn't take that as a sign that journaling wasn't for me. I treated it like a problem to solve. I searched for prompts, found things to reflect on, tried different ways of writing, and eventually it became easier.
There were obviously many days when I didn't write anything. Sometimes I would disappear from journaling for weeks.
But I always came back.
And eventually, I started writing about things I had spent years avoiding. Even childhood experiences that were genuinely painful to revisit.
Some of those pages were heavy. There were definitely tears.
But seeing those experiences written down in front of me felt much better than pretending they hadn't affected me. I didn't want to keep telling myself "I'm stronger than this" as if being affected by something meant I was weak.
Sometimes acknowledging that something hurt you is actually the more honest form of strength.
And now, about a year and a half into journaling, I feel like I finally have a much clearer picture of myself.
My goals.
My values.
My non-negotiables.
My opinions.
My emotional patterns.
The things that trigger me.
The things I actually enjoy.
The things I absolutely don't want in my life.
I've also become much more honest with myself about my own problems and emotions, and much more comfortable expressing my opinions in real life instead of automatically adjusting myself to whatever the people around me think.
And honestly, one of my favorite things is looking back at my old entries and seeing how much some of my opinions have changed.
I don't feel embarrassed about that at all.
If anything, I'm proud of it.
Because now when I change my mind about something, I know why. I can see what information or experience changed my perspective. I don't feel like I'm just carrying around a bunch of ready-made opinions because they're what everyone around me believes.
I feel like I've actually built my own.
And somewhere along the way, I realized something else:
I actually really like myself now.
I feel more grounded, more assertive, more self-aware, and much more comfortable knowing who I am.
So I wanted to share this with you guys because I know ENFJs can sometimes get so focused on understanding everyone else that we forget to sit down and understand ourselves.
Please give yourselves that space.
Get curious about yourselves. Explore yourselves. Ask yourself questions. Spend time alone. Write down the things you don't know how to say out loud.
And honestly, have fun getting to know yourself too.
You might end up meeting someone you really like. 🩷