I think that it may be that a majority of people have been abused in some way, sexually, physically, and/or emotionally, all in different ways and to different degrees.
In other words, I no longer feel alone/isolated in my experiences.
I believe that there are emotionally injured people who have not been held accountable and been treated for their injury and, consequently, derive some kind of pleasure (perhaps it is even a kind of relief) from inflicting similar injury on others, often the most vulnerable.
I am interested in knowing why they do the things they do but I have no compassion for them and even on those rare occassions when they take responsibility for what they have done and ask for forgiveness, I am very skeptical.
I also believe that there are, in fact, truly evil people in the world.
I have to think only of all the orphaned children in Indonesia, Sri Lanka, India, etc. and how they are now being exploited purely for financial gain, to find an example of pure evil.
And those who buy these children to use in what are probably god-awful ways are equally evil.
What comfort can I offer you? I am caught up in the pain and suffering of all this, too. My life has been and is utterly taken up with it and this for practically 50 years.
I agree that nights are especially horrible for some reason. Is it a feeling of vulnerability that comes with the dark and shadows? Is it because that is when the abuse or much of it occured?
I resist sleep. My therapist doesn't quite understand and she is a very knowledgeable therapist. She says I have to get more sleep and, logically, that is true. She suggests one medication over another because it does not induce dreams so much.
But, it isn't only dreams/nightmares. When I am awake I am aware of 'ghosts' lurking in the shadows. Some are parts of myself, hurt and hiding.
And the perps lurk, faceless, powerful, and mean, formless evil presences.
I can't begin to describe the emotional pain that I often feel. There is no comfort for it, no friend or lover I feel safe sharing it with and believing that would not help anyway.
I like your stubborness. I believe that is what has kept me alive all these years. Bewildered, in great pain, on the verge of suicide over and over again, I have miraculously found the stamina to stand pretty firm against it and push it aside, at least temporarily. The resiliency of human beings is remarkable and a resource not to be overlooked or unacknowledged.
Hang in and come here often.