Same, lol, but a little deeper in the rabbit hole at first.
Some time in high school, there was this one trans friend of mine who outed herself. She recieved a lot of support from her friends, and due to her mental health problems, was able to finish the year without her grades being counted towards her graduation grade; something called a 'Nachteilsausgleich' (measure to help balance out a disadvantage) in Germany.
I, as a "straight white cis gamer boy", felt unjustly disadvantaged. I had my own mental problems, and yet they only helped the token minorities! In my mind, it was unfair that they got so much attention from their friends whenever they were suicidal, while when I felt awful, nobody cared or they told me something like 'ya we all have it rough'.
I got deeper into this mindset by watching, you guessed it, "critical" YouTubers, including transphobic "gender critical" channels who told me my friend was just doing it for attention, anyway, which in my mind back then made sense. I went through the entire pipeline. Not only did I think my school was unfairly putting minorities at an advantage, I thought the entire world was discriminating against me. I thought the world was rigged against white people, especially boys. And for me that was real — I had mental health problems which nobody cared about because I was a white boy, I saw rich women CEOs allegedly 'fucking themselves to the top', I assumed any rape charge was a fake one for a power demonstration. I used words like "cucking" to describe how the world governments were tricked into being dominated by devious "women and minorities", as clichéd as it may sound. I used shady studies to prove my points, I made bigoted jokes, in short, I was a real chud online. And when anyone told me I was being a bigot, they were an oversensitive crybaby who cared more about not offending people than preserving our culture of being able to talk about whatever you wanted, along free speech of course. I loved the movie 'Demolition Man', because for me, it demonstrated the end result of a "PC society". You can imagine.
And that bled into my real life. I started making these jokes around my friends, I started arguing with my teachers. I ordered right wing stickers online with slogans like "Preserve European Culture: Refugees Out". I made a few friends at school with my edgy jokes, and they brought me with them to a local IB (Identitarian Movement, a far right and practically neo-nazi, but 'clean' and updated movement that used a modernized rhethoric and symbols to not be recognizable as ol' nazis). I talked to the people there, made a little more friends, albeit some people's closeness to nazism were worrying me; after all, I thought this was just being a normal white boy standing up for his culture and rights. I blamed it on a "SJW system" brainwashing me into seeing nazis everywhere, and moved on.
It was not until one march, we were accompanied by actual (neo-)nazis of the German neo-nazi party Die Rechte. Straight up Hitler and swastika, not concealed in any way. (You can see how "hiding your power level", as in concealing your real ideology, works super well as a far right group. I always thought I was just a guy fighting for conservativism).
I went home and I started thinking. A lot. During this time, I reconnected with my old trans friend, and I started questioning my gender. I found out I was trans. And well; the rest happened like a waterfall. I realized the only reason I was envious of her in school was because I was trans myself. The reason I had mental health problems was dysphoria. The reason nobody helped me with my mental health problems and left me alone was a mix of both being an offensive asshole to everyone, and a legitimate problem, being told to 'man up' by people. I learned this was called 'toxic masculinity' and it was hurting men first and foremost. I got to know actual feminists, who not only embraced my crude gender identity, but also supported men's liberation.
I started questioning everything else too. I cut ties with my old alt right history and joined a local leftist youth, just for gender affirmation at first. I started reading Marx, Lenin, Trotsky. I read about how fascism is the dying struggle of capitalism, trying to trick vulnerable working class youth into thinking it was anti-establishment while really it was just defense against a rising working class. I learned about how it was neither women, nor "cucks" or minorities in power, I discovered how a global capitalist class was trying to divide us as a working class. I realized the entire idea of right wing politics is supportive of the current ruling class; by dividing the working class into gender, race, sexuality etc. so they can't unite. I realized how I found people more annoying speaking non-German in public transport, than the same volume of people speaking German.
And well, this is how I got out of it all. Nowadays, I am a happy, communist trans girl, not out of edginess, but out of honest research and education I did to myself. I only have to thank my old trans friend who kept being supportive throughout my darkest times.
I hope some people can relate and get out of it in time. Your choice isn't between the far right and bleeding heart liberals, your choice is between a working class revolutionary movement, and the status quo.
Many people on the right were just frustrated with the status quo. They were poor, or had serious problems at home or in their emotional wellbeing. It is good and natural to find an outlet for that frustration. I was the same. You want to fight, and demonstrate people you aren't weak and worthless. You want to get up for a cause, and that cause might be preserving your culture against those who hold you down.
But that cause could also be liberating yourself from the shackles of state and capital. Seriously and blanchely, if you are looking for a mildly edgy movement you can be a part of, find friends and find solidarity, find local Marxist revolutionaries. Seriously. In my time in a socialist youth, I've started doing martial arts, went to the gym, found friends, got bailed out of jail after a protest went wrong, attended protests, had brawls with cops, but also sharpened my mind, read theory, learned about how the world works. You feel powerful, because you are. You have an enemy, but it is for the benefit of the people, not the ruling class this time.
Think about it. You'll also look a lot cuter as a commie girl than a boring nazi boy, if I am any standard to go by. ;P