Many people I’ve met who are serious about their faith have explored the other faith traditions to at least some extent prior to finding their true spiritual home.
I was born into a Catholic family, though my immediate family consisted in mostly lapsed Catholics. My grandparents were (and are) serious Catholics, and it was largely due to their efforts that I was able to receive first communion and Confirmation. Likewise they were the ones who sent me to Sunday school and tried to keep me attending mass.
Unfortunately the teachers in my Sunday school class were horrible at what they did. I was only 12 when I became estranged from the Church, but it was due in large part to the lack of knowledge and hostility that these Sunday school teachers had. They couldn’t handle a single serious question regarding the faith whatsoever. They also had some seriously poor notions of what the Church teaches (though at the time I was unaware that many of their ideas were not the official teachings of the Church). So I left.
For years I went about without much of any faith. I believed in the Trinity, but I never read the Bible, nor did I engage that faith beyond sometimes saying a few prayers here or there.
Eventually as I got older I started to get more serious about developing a relationship with God. I made one more attempt to find a home in the Church, which ended disasterously as I was prevented from receiving holy Eucharist (without the reasons for this being explained to me, simply being told by a friend of the family that I couldn’t receive). Later in the same parish I was expelled by a staff member who “caught me” kneeling in a pew praying after mass. I still remember our exchange, “What are you doing here?!” “I’m praying.” “You can’t do that here! I know what you’re up to, so leave right now!”
From then until a few years ago I looked into everything from the Orthodoxy, to Anglicanism, to Unitarian Universalism, to Tibetan Buddhism, to Islam. Though the last two I studied only out of curiosity, since I never stopped believing in Christ.
Finally I came home to the Church. It was the last place I expected to end up, but I’m very thankful for the series of very fortunate “random” events (that I have no doubt God, Mary, and the Saints had a hand in) that led me back to Catholicism.
So don’t feel bad about exploring the various faiths in the world. They may strengthen your faith in Christ down the line (I know this is true for me, Islam and Buddhism really helped send me back to the Church as strange as that may sound). Good luck on your journey! I hope you find your way back home one day, if you do the Church will be waiting with open arms for you.