All Myers-Briggs ever really told me was that my wife and I ended up in completely opposite corners.
I found out I was an INTJ when I took that test. My roommate said it was accurate.
I hate reflective listening etc. -- the only thing that helped me out of my clinical depression was getting into a Positive Mental Attitude group, learning behaviour modification techniques to deal with symptoms, and getting involved with the NHL. I did not care how the problems arose, only wanted to get enough control of myself back so I could leave the house and take care of myself.
Later on someone discovered dyslexia and calculators, and all my 'self esteem' problems were diagnosed and solved; I then changed my name to get rid of the baggage I'd been carrying around with me, found a church that was not too busy bashing capitalism and raising funds to actually pay attention to the Gospel Message (and where single people were NOT derided, as in one congregation where the middle aged social group was called "Pairs AND SPARES") and took up liturgical choral training to get back to singing the Latin Mass.
Then came the opportunity to spend 17 years raising my younger sister and my two boys, and I had the strength and the direction to rely on -- from both the medical and the spiritual foundations, and from the fortuitous invention of technology that overcame a problem nobody had ever even realized wasn't 'math anxiety' or 'girls aren't good at math' but was a defect in wiring. And not all the spiritual help in the world would have fixed it if nobody had invented the calculator. God and the Church can help you only when you've got eyes to see and ears to hear and equipment to make it all add up.
But psychology only made me want to sandbag the tests and confuse the psychologist (or pour cold water in his pockets.) It never did me a bit of good.
Isn't that were you should be. Is your right hand Identical to your left? Are your strengths matched with her weakness to create a better whole? This does not happen without love and the continual praising of God for her differences. It is just a tool I like. Ever try to open a can with a screwdriver? Therefore I threw out the screw driver. -Because it did not meet my expectations, and cut my hand.- I went and dug it out of the trash when I had to loosen a screw though.