u/Iov_shifter

I don't even know if a religion exists for this, but I don't know where else I could ask.

How is it called when someone believes that everything exists and doesn't exist simultaneously? I believe that everything exists and doesn't exist at the same time because I believe in the multiverse, that there's an infinity of realities (and multiverse), where things can happen in one, and other things can happen in another.

For example, I believe that every religion exists, in a reality (and/or multiverse), Christianity would be the truth, and an another one it wouldn't and the truth would be pagan religion, and in an another reality there's no religion that is true.

I tagged this post NSFW because I don't know if it can trigger someone, it may contain dysphoria topic so... I prefer to warn y'all.

I might explain myself very badly because i don't know how to phrase it and english isn't my first language either.

Alright, so i don't know if it's a sort of dysphoria, if it's something maybe common or not but am I the only one who sometimes, when I think about my gender (or not, it depends) I feel feminine? It's like I feel that I have a feminine energy, and I hate it, I don't know if it's because of my body, I'm not sure about that, but it makes me so uncomfortable, and I just wish I could not feel that way. Then, when I feel more "masculine" again, I feel myself, I feel more than okay with it and I've gender euphoria.

I wrote this around 1 a.m., and English is not my native language, so there may be some mistakes.

Waking up, every day.

Repeating the same pattern, again.

Take a look in the mirror.

But it isn't your reflection.

Only a stranger —

Who tries to lock up a memory.

A m̶e̶m̶o̶r̶y̶, who's driving away slowly.

It fights the shadow and the mist,

Screams its name, succumbs.

Bury him, yet he cannot perish.

An immortal being, he suffocates.

Live and die again.

People want to bury him forever.

This angel: so full of life, so hopeful,

But poor creature, his wings were torn off.

Born this way, called a fallen angel...

But he never has been one.

So he nails down his own wings.

He struggles to fly; his compeers notices it.

They rejected him, so the angel went away.

He became human.

Something's wrong.

There are these scars, on his back.

He doesn't remember it,

But his mind cannot forget.

Deep feeling in his chest; his mind is torn off.

Chained, in his head, his wings were.

He dreams, clings to the hope,

That, one day, he'll be able to free them.

A promise, he made.

Feathers fall from the sky,

He finally flies.

Well the question is literally in the title. I am a trans person, and it's only recently that I've finally managed to admit it to myself. My family, who are rather strong believers in "conspiracy" things, think that obviously being transgender (or being LGBTQ) is wrong, a manipulation etc. Since this subject affects me personally, what they say about it also affects me a lot, and I'm afraid that they're right. But I've never felt more myself and happy since I finally accepted that I am transgender. So, in spirituality, is it wrong?