My hatred builds when I’m trying to push someone away. I push them away because they don’t love me. This is true for friends and parents and lovers. I feel worthless when people don’t love me. When I’m worthless, I get depressed. And when I’m depressed I hate myself. When I hate myself, I want to die.
@tom_g and the others who suggest meditation have offered a very helpful suggestion.
I have found that letting the feelings slip away without being all attached to them really helps. I don’t meditate, but I do other things that put me into that frame of mind where I understand these feelings don’t matter, or aren’t helpful to me.
But the other thing I started doing was getting people to fall in love with me. This was both a problem and helpful. It is a problem for several reasons. One, it’s not acceptable in our society. Two, people think it doesn’t work and that the only place where you can get a lasting sense of self worth is from yourself. Three, if you rely on them and they withdraw their love, you are screwed.
However, I think you have to be shown you are worthy before you can start to believe it. Most people grew up with their parents telling them they were loved and lovable. But some folks don’t get that when they grow up. I think that at some point you have to learn you are lovable and I don’t think that is something you can do all by yourself.
If you learn to love yourself, I don’t think hate will be nearly as necessary. Hate is a defense mechanism. You are protecting yourself from attack. But if you don’t think there’s anything wrong with you, then someone else’s attack won’t mean much, and you don’t have to defend yourself.
There is another problem with relying on others to prop up your sense of self. When they withdraw their support, you can lose your feelings of self-worth again. You, at least, turn the hate outwards, not inwards, on yourself.
Imagine what would happen if you turned it in on yourself like I do. You wonder why you keep doing this to yourself. And you beat yourself up for that, because you are unforgiving on yourself. And you despair that you could ever do anything right. And you know you could let it go, but you can’t. Or you don’t want to. Feeling hurt seems easier than taking the risk of making it better.
Don’t do that. Don’t be the talking train wreck that I am.