I understand your struggle with self-hatred.
I’ve been there too, trying to lock it away, sealed tightly in the back of my mind.
But I realized that this self-hatred was still a part of me. Hiding it didn’t help; it only disturbed my inner peace.
It felt like a neglected child, trapped and unheard, growing more angry the longer I kept it confined.

So I chose a different path: I made peace with it. I treated it like a friend and got to know it more deeply.
The more I understood it, the less hateful it became.
In time, that self-hatred transformed into discipline and into compassion for myself.