Help! I’m An Extrovert Stuck in an Introvert’s Brain

I took my social phobia out of the equation for my last personality test, and the results were awakening!

Have you ever felt like your social anxiety has been keeping the world from seeing the real you?

Only like all the time, right?
Yeah. Me too.

I used to be proud of my “INFP” label, thinking that it was at least an acknowledgement of my intuitive and empathic abilities and that it was my duty as an artist to be an introvert. Sure, it meant that I missed out on all of those normal activities that involved human contact, parties, friends, and being able to order food at a new restaurant without having to pop an extra couple doses of Kava when no one was looking.

Then, today, during my second video call with my Cerebral Prescriber, I apologized for repeatedly cancelling on her, and she said, “well, I understand your difficulties, sweetie, but I have rules, and I can’t have you miss your next one, okay?”