Is Being an ENFP a Gift or a Curse?

I’ve always loved being an ENFP the creativity, passion, and ability to connect with people on a deep level. It feels like we see the world through a unique lens, full of color and endless possibilities. But sometimes, it feels like a double-edged sword.

We dream big but struggle to finish things. We care deeply but get hurt easily. We crave meaningful connections but often feel misunderstood.

There are days when being an ENFP feels like a gift, making life beautiful and full of wonder. Then there are days when it feels like a curse overthinking everything, getting emotionally drained, and feeling lost when the world feels too rigid.

Does anyone else feel this duality? How do you embrace the "gift" side of being an ENFP without getting stuck in the "curse"?

I’d love to hear your thoughts maybe we can help each other see the beauty in our ENFP quirks a little more clearly.