This might be bold, but personally, I know for a fact that reincarnation exists. I'm not someone to shove my beliefs down anyone's throat, so I often keep quiet about it but I remember my past life from before. I don't remember every single memory. I mean, hell, I don't even remember what happened to me five years ago but these memories are strong and vivid in my mind. For years, I thought it might have been dreams or a huge fabrication in my mind in compensation for being born in the wrong body.
Then, about six years ago, I saw a photograph that was taken a little over fifty years ago and I recognised everyone who was in that picture-- even myself, by name. I dug into it deeper until it drove me mad and I was correct. About everything. Memories flowed through my mind with even more ease and buried spiritual feelings were raging inside of me. I was always called an old soul, but I dismissed reincarnation all my life since I was raised nothing but Christian.
My girlfriend helped me through it, because I went through a harsh grieving period. I was depressed about it. I was actively thinking about the people before and it was painful. I had the same recurring nightmare about getting murdered. It was in the same way, in the same place, and by the same person each time. The earliest nightmare I had of this place was back when I was too young to have understood that kind of violence. I recall being at the most four years old and I was heavily shielded by my parents (they never even watched action movies or the news around me until I got older).
My body dysphoria is crippling. Too crippling. I've never been able to be comfortable or happy. It's not just my chest or genitals, I experience major insecurity even in my face and hands. Long before I saw that photograph, and the other ones, I wanted to look like this set person in my mind-- who had a different appearance altogether. It was wishing for something impossible with my genetics. Unless a miracle happened, I could never look like that. I have a hard time and can't be intimate in this body, because I know or remember how having sex felt like as a man. Even masturbation or simply ejaculating. Before, I thought I was just filling the blanks in my head to help me fantasise and get off, but maybe not. Also, I never heard the word "penis" or should know what balls were, let alone what they would look like... so why when I was 2-3 years old, did I ask my grandmother where my penis and balls were when I was in the bath? And why I was so scared and distraught about my current gentialia?
It explains too that I always responded to the name "John", especially when I was younger. I never responded to my birth name but my head would whip around whenever I heard someone calling out for someone named that. My girlfriend and I have this theory that I may have been born in the wrong body, not by choice, but by coming back too soon. I'm a masculine spirit. I'm very male and back then, I was the stereotypical boy and man. I might have been too impatient and angry... the way that I went out was traumatic. It's funny, because in this life, I'm partially disabled and experience pain in all the same areas but no matter how many times I went to the hospital or the ER because it was too painful or felt like I was "dying", the doctors would always say that my results came back as normal.
I could go on and on about this, but I don't want to bore any of you. Besides, I don't expect anyone to believe me. It just is what it is.