Thank you nowheretorun..

I looked up the book that was recommended on this thread, which was alongside the amazon website with other books often bought at the same time......I noticed many books recommending journaling, power journaling, drawing what you feel deep down.....so I've been doing this.....I found a lot of what I feel is anger, as I try so hard to understand and help people, and I do not get that in return......... I have devoted my life to helping others yet no one takes the time to 'get.....' me, just rude comments about how different I am....well, that was then, I've molded my personality to fit the damn world, yet I still find social chameleons and INFJ's are not in the norm...everyone demands straight answers from me, where I just want to tell a visual story, an emotional story, where there is no clear cut this way or that way in my mind, just intense stories with feeling, no clear answers to anything, at all.....I'm tired of being rare. Who created the personalities that run rampant in this world that judge, condone, mock, control, and just flat out be annoying for the sake of being annoying. It's like I was dropped on this planet with no instructions for life..wait I guess that's it, there are no instructions for life...ESPECIALLY if you are highly sensitive, suggestible, emotional, and histrionic on top of that. Yes, I have been happier now....but what about the years 2001-2006 where I got fired from every job I had ( a total of 58 jobs I got fired from for 58 different reasons....)("there's just something different about you" "The way you asked to go to the bathroom" "You seem to be in slow motion" "You aren't friendly" "You don't talk to me like my other employees do" etc etc

Shouldn't there be some way to find your niche like I finally did, but was trying and trying to all along? Have I neglected my TRUE self, now that I have a brimming social life and more superficiality than I ever had? Is it because my parents are poor parents emotionally? I have so many questions, yet I suppose _I_ am the only one who holds the answers....is it anger at myself? at God? Writing this has been cathartic...not sure wherein the answer lies.......just that there are no answers....