Yes that is the feeling. I am not mad at nobody. I have forgiven those who hurt me a long long time ago. I was never mad, just sad. Now I am grown I see that everybody has their own struggles. Nobody is perfect and I know my mom did the best she could at that time while dealing with her own problems.
Hurting people often hurt other people. I also forgave my dad.
This bible verse means a lot to me: For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Ephesians 6:12
But that does not take away the feeling of self hate. It's gotten a bit less, but it's still there. It also comes with heavyness. When it was worse I would really get comfort in suicidal thoughts. Knowing if the pain would get too much I could step out. I would think about it al day long and cry all day long. These feelings go deep.
It's like something is broken in me, and I dont know how to heal it completely, nobody can do this for me, but myself. I should be able to, but I can't. I am alive, but I don't feel like it.
I know have to start accepting myself to heal and loving myself but its difficult when you hate yourself.