I mostly exist beyond this menial earthly scale but do on occasion return to anger and depression quite frequently. Mostly due to being purposefully misgendered. I’m not a girl, and not transfem, I don’t have a gender

Denial was never a thing I went through, ever, I am indeed happy and comfortable with being called a boy, even though I’m not really. I still say I’m a femboy because that describes my experience of dressing up and being cute. Doesn’t mean I am a boy.

Denial (“I feel comfortable being addressed and seen as a guy, so I can’t be enby”)
Anger (“Why do people always ignore the ‘it’ in ‘it/he’?”)
Bargaining (“I just care a lot about respecting pronouns, so that’s why I get upset. I’m just doing this to add to enby visibility, because I don’t really mind.”)
Depression (“I suppose people just don’t like referring to humans with pronouns normay used for objects, that’s just how it is”)
Acceptance (“Okay I definitely feel good about being called ‘it’, so I’m probably agender”)

Bargaining again (“Maybe I’m some in-between? Not really cis, but not really enby either?”)
Proceeds to cycle between Denial, Bargaining, Acceptance and Bargaining again, with Anger and Depression playing a constant tug-of-war as backdrop

Insert meme of mother yelling at her kid “Why can’t you just be normal”, but it’s me yelling at my Identity “Why can’t you just be simple”