To the ENFJ who was called too much—you were poetry, they were illiterate.

Let me say this clearly: You are not too much. They were just not enough.

I’ve seen you being invalidated, overlooked, told to “calm down” while others got to play apathetic. I’ve seen your heart trampled and your spirit labelled “dramatic.” But that’s just because mediocrity is always intimidated by brilliance with a backbone.

If you’re reading this and you’ve been told to stop caring so hard—don’t. Care louder. Care fiercely. Because people like me—the silent, observant ones? We notice. And some of us would go to war for the way you love.

So yeah, to the world: Stop stomping on people who love loudly.

And to my ENFJs: Keep being too much. You’re not “too much.” You’re the whole damn symphony.

We got you.

—From an INTJ who finally gets it.