when i was in middleschool i was diagnosed with ADD, dyslexia, and disgraphia. all of which were very severe in my case. i was put on a massive amount of medication which only half worked. the medication fucked up my sleep, my diet ( i was 12 years old and loosing weight), gave me crippling emotional problems, also gave me horrible ticks (essentially turrets). the sleep, eating, and emotional problems made me weak and vulnerable to stronger people with an apatite for cruelty and the turrets issues (making uncontrollable squeaking noises, twitching, etc) gave my classmates a reason to abuse and ostracize me.
after two years i stopped the medication and went to highschool. things normalized for me then. but after experiencing so much cruelty and abuse from my class mates (and occasional my teachers) when i was already in so much pain and feeling so alone and humiliated by the other problems in my life i became extremely bitter and hateful. i despised humanity as a whole, and saw society as toxic, hateful, and completely worthless. after everything that happened to me it was only fair i would feel that way. i spent the next ten years full of resentment and pain, and made an effort to continue being an outsider to some extent.
holding onto that pain for so long, eventually i realized if i didn't let it go i would be unhappy forever. escaping the veil of my pessimism and moving into the realm of realism was one of the hardest things ive ever had to do. but in the end, i did my best to step outside myself and reevaluate society and people in general, and i realized that thought there is evil, there is also good. my expie4riences didn't reflect on all people, just the people in my middleschool.
i share this so you know what i say comes from somewhere authentic:
first, id say don't let the bad experiences you've had with a small number of people (or single person) taint your view of people as a whole. the cruelty youve experienced at the hands of your mother doesn't reflect on all mothers or all succubi. second, holding onto your anger and your pain about what happened to you in the past only hurts you. rage can be comforting and the thought of letting it go can be frightening (it frightened me maybe it doesn't frighten you), but all you are doing is poisoning yourself. no matter how justifiable your rage is or how much the people who hurt you deserve to endure it, your rage will always hurt you more than anyone else.