This applies to everyone. It is inevitable, in this world. It is the nature of this world, which teaches not perfection, but return.
I have taken to granting my demons space on Sundays. Demons are merely angels we fear. They speak what we dare not, express what we dare, exist how we dare not. And from this I do not infer the obvious and imbecilic, that “freedom” consists in doing what we will, regardless of consequence.
No: the hatred and horror are already there. Truth is in seeing them, recognizing the roles they play in our journey to something larger, and genuinely peaceful. What final use can there be in self deception?
It is equally true that being shattered and broken has its time and place. One must have the tools to pick up the pieces to build something new and more beautiful and useful. Until that time, it is merely the pain of an abused dog, which cannot understand the rules which might have kept it safe.
All of us “exist” in many times and places. Seeing what was that still is, in itself is a liberation of sorts.