I think it's perfectly normal, hon.
The way I look at it is this: imagine your mind as a person cast adrift in the middle of the ocean during a heavy storm. All around you you're battered by waves of sensory information from your physiology and the outside world. At first your psyche, that lone voice which tells you something isn't right, is struggling to even stay afloat and not get dragged down under the tumult of all the information you're recieving from your hormones, your bodily sensations, the way other people see you and act with you.
Often you get really big waves of feelings and experiences of your current body and situation which crash over your head, and for a time you're submerged, struggling to break the surface for air, but you get there, and eventually you realise you can't stay treading water in this ocean because otherwise eventually your strength will give out and you'll drown. So you start to swim, towards a distant shore where you see the promise of being who you really are. And through all this, you're constantly assaulted by the wind and rain of dealing with other people's predjudice, and the waves from the sensory information you're still recieving from your physiology.
The people who keep swimming in spite of all this, those are the ones who weather the storm and reach the solid ground of being themselves. During that trip, they stop many times, and even feel like the stormy ocean is all there is, and it would be easiest just to surrender to it.
