There are times in a person’s life when you just can’t stand yourself. This is normal because we all get frustrated with ourselves sometimes. It might be a little extreme to call it self-hatred, but in the heat of the moment that frustration can feel a lot like hate.
Disliking yourself can be normal in small increments. However, disliking who you are for long periods of time can be a symptom of a psychological problem. For most of us, we’re built in with a mechanism that allows us to let the little things slide – that includes our frustrations with ourselves. A person with no psychological problem is capable of being tolerant and compassionate with oneself.
However, if you relate all too well to these quotes below, then it might be a sign that you need to seek help.
All I want to do now is cry and scream and let it all out because it’s killing me inside.
At least I hate myself as much as I hate anybody else.
I am ruined. I am wrecked. I am dead. I turned out to be a terrible person.
I am so fucking sorry I don’t love myself, okay? I’m sorry that I am a goddamn inconvenience to you, and that I sound like a little bitch when I say I don’t like myself.
I cannot love anyone if I hate myself. That is the reason why we feel so extremely uncomfortable in the presence of people who are noted for their special virtuousness, for they radiate an atmosphere of the torture they inflict on themselves. That is not a virtue but a vice.
I can’t take it anymore, the waiting, the wanting. Something inside me snaps. I hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life, and I hate how I can’t count on anyone to be completely there when I need them exactly the way I need them to be.
I don’t hate you for not loving me anymore, but i hate myself for still loving you.
I don’t really care what you think about me because it’s guaranteed that you’ll never be able to hate me more than I hate myself, so go ahead.
I don’t believe in man, God, nor the Devil. I hate the whole damned human race including myself.
I don’t hate myself, as a general rule. I’d say the best way to describe it is that I have moments of self-loathing at fairly regular intervals.
I get into these moods where I hate myself, I hate life and I hate the people around me. I don’t know why.
I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down suicide road.
I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.
I hate myself on the screen. I want to die. My voice is either to high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet. I’d love to be tall and willowy. I’m short.
I hate myself, that I cannot believe it so constantly and surely as I should; but no human creature can rightly know how mercifully God is inclined toward those that steadfastly believe in Christ.
I hate people who break their promises, but sometimes I hate myself more for once believing in their sweet words and lies.
I hate the human race. Of course, therefore, I hate myself the most because I am the least of the human race.
I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.
I need to end this war against myself. It’s pointless and unhealthy.
I never cease to disappoint myself. I feel like a failure every single day.
I want to look into a mirror that will love my own reflection harder than I hate myself.
I was still searching for someone to blame for my suffering. I really wanted someone to transfer my hate to, so that I could stop hating myself.
I wish I could look in the mirror and like what I see.
I wish there was some way to make myself believe that I can be loved, that I am worth loving. But in the meantime, all I have is all this self-loathing that I’ve accumulated over the years.
I wonder how much pain can human take before they give up.
I’m so tired of existing. I’m so tired of living. I’m so tired of hating myself. I’m so tired of feeling so anxious over pathetic things. I’m so tired of being tired. I’m so tired of getting out of bed every day. I’m just so tired.
If I could change one thing about myself it would be the voices in my head. They don’t like me.
I’m not even a person anymore. I’m just stress and sadness.
I’m stuck struggling in the cold water, and all I can do is grieve, grieve, in the hoar necessitous horror of the morning, bitterly I hate myself, bitterly it’s too late yet while I feel better I still feel ephemeral and unreal and unable to straighten my thoughts or even really grieve, in fact I feel too stupid to be really bitter, in short I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m being told what to do.
It’s getting cold again and i can feel my bad habits slipping back into place.
Maybe happiness just isn’t for me.
My mind screams “I hate myself,” my wrists scream “cut me open.”
No one could ever hate me as much as I hate myself, okay? So any mean thing someone’s gonna think of to say about me, I’ve already said to me, about me, probably in the last half hour!
No other feeling feels quite as defeating as knowing that when I wake up, I still hate the person I have become.
Pain is when you’re slowly dying on the inside and you’re way too weak to speak about it. So you keep silent and suffer alone.
Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you.
Still, I hate them. But of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.
To one’s enemies: I hate myself more than you ever could.
What can I say? I am a pathetic disaster, and I give up.
When I step outside myself and when I look in at myself and I see me, I don’t like what I see.
Keep in mind that hating yourself can be a symptom of a much larger problem. It could be a symptom of depression that can lead to you harming yourself and the people around you. If these quotes ring a little too close to home, we urge you to seek professional help. No matter how much you hate yourself at this moment, you still deserve love, care, and most of all, intervention. So please, take this moment to think about your own sanity and how your self-hate can affect your life and the life of those who love you.