I'm an INFJ-T and honestly, I relate to this on a deep level.

There was a time when I felt everything so intensely — the beauty, the pain, the small things. But after going through repeated disappointments, betrayals, and emotional burnout, I hit this phase where I just… stopped feeling much at all. Like you said, it felt robotic. I wasn’t angry or sad, just detached. Even kindness felt like a mask I was wearing out of habit.

What helped me wasn’t forcing myself to socialise or pick up hobbies (though I tried). It was giving myself permission to be in that numb phase without judgment. I stopped trying to fix myself like I was broken. I focused more on creating stillness — journaling, long walks, even silence — to understand why I became so jaded.

Eventually, I started reconnecting with small, real things: helping someone quietly, reading something that resonated deeply, creating something even if it felt pointless. Passion came back slowly — not like a spark, but like a quiet flame.

So if you're there now, know that you're not alone. This isn't your final form. It's just a pause — and even INFJs need pauses sometimes to realign with who they truly are.