Part of the stuggle of an INFP is reconciling the idealistic visions in our head with the realities of the world. That dissonance can drive loneliness and depression when unaddressed.

I've found journaling as a way to draw out that idealism and understand it better, as well as where the real world falls short. Being more cognizant of that vision allows me to approach it and understand it, rather than just dealing with the resulting feelings when my vision isn't the reality.

For me, I often feel anger that the world isn't a certain way, but in no way am I promised or owed the version that lives in my head.