This is something ive been denying to myself all my adulthood. When I was a child and teenager(mostly as a child), was abusive to animals. I can't even remember or count the times I would hurt animals. It would range from hitting to grabbing their mouths really hard. I used to spray our cat when I was like 7-8 with air freshener. I almost poisoned him once because he scratched me and I cried because I thought he would die and felt like a monster, so why the ###$ didnt I stop abusing animals?
When I was a teen I would hit our dogs with an open hand when they barked to keep them quiet. I stopped at age 18 or 19 I believe. I hate myself. And I know most of the world would hate me if they knew. My brother called me a psycho when I was like 8.
My family was always kind of violent. My parents had a rocky relationship. They would beat my brother and sister until they cried over small things(before I was born), my brother once tossed a 2-3 pound toy tractor at the back of my head, I never had a lot of friends and had bad social anxiety, my parents would do corporal punishment, a friend of my dad screamed at my and called me rude and messed up because I was quiet/shy.
I want to kill myself, but before I do, I need to do something to help. I need to make things right. How can I?