I took the Myers-Briggs test in college. I didn’t realize it was trap.

ENTJ. The Commander.

It felt like being seen.

Strategic. Decisive. Efficient. A natural leader.

Then I read the weaknesses.

Emotionally limited. Domineering. Not built for vulnerability.

So I believed it.

When I struggled emotionally, I didn’t work on it. I explained it.

I told myself I wasn’t wired that way.

That’s the quiet danger of personality tests: They don’t just describe you. They give you permission to stop growing.

The label became a shortcut. An excuse. A cage.

I optimized everything except being whole.

And I didn’t realize what I was amputating until years later— in therapy, in relationships, in grief, in poetry.

If you’ve ever hidden behind a type, this is your tap on the shoulder.

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