If you’ve met Melody Sim, read her blog or followed her on Instagram, you might think that she’s (unquestionably) an extrovert. Don’t be fooled by her rosy disposition or the way she articulates her thoughts through the outpour of words, words and more words. She is, in actual fact, loud and proud to be part of the introverted family! Being an INFP (who is only 14% more inclined to introversion), communicating with others comes to her as second nature. However, what is seen and heard are (almost all the time) only the tip of the iceberg of what’s truly on her mind.

She is always encouraging others to embrace imperfection, to look on the bright side and to face reality with courage. Yet, the truth is that she is the one who needs those words the most.

When, then, is she most raw? When she’s worshipping, in the confines of her own room, and when she’s writing – no, not in her blog, but in her journal. In her journal where original, uncensored, ideas for blog posts are birthed, where incoherent and illegible words are spilled, along with buckets and buckets of tears, and where absolutely silly and laughable thoughts are kept, hidden.

Because she serves in the military, because she plays the keyboard at church, and because she perpetually volunteers (without thinking) to do things beyond her capacity, she is always forcedchallenged to put up a gallant front.

“You were really confident,” people would sometimes compliment.

What they do not know is that the truth is antipodal to what they had perceived. Behind that dauntless soldier, that composed pianist and that audacious blogger is a very ordinary girl who honestly, just wants to go home, flip her journal open, and write, “God help me, God help me, God help me.”

“Abandon your unrealistic expectations on love.”

“Accept that no government

is perfect.”

“Keep the faith even when the future seems bleak.” She is always encouraging others through her blog to embrace imperfection, to look on the bright side and to face reality with courage. Yet, the truth is that she is the one who needs those words the most. Being an absolute idealist is both a strength and weakness of an INFP. She sheds tears over every small setback and every trivial disappointment; but it is only through journaling down these heartfelt emotions that she is able to draw strength to encourage others.

Writing is her safe haven; journaling is her secret weapon.

“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.” -Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

Whether you’re an INFP, ESTJ, or whatever it is, you need someone – someplace – to pour out your raw emotions and express your naked fears. Only then can you approach the world with renewed fortitude.

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