So many don't even want to stop .If ,in their saner moments they do,when the anger builds again,it takes the path of least resistance. The release becomes like an evil orgasm. I know this from my own past. I so often felt. I saw the ugliest ,worst parts of me,the parts I never wanted anyone else to see,the parts that even now I find hard to admit to.
Violence is addictive,like the worst drug.
Violence does breed violence. Stopping it in yourseft takes courage-to face the ugliest parts of yourseft. And it takes a willingness to sacrifice the high of that release. My own battle with this seems to be over. It 's been many years since I exploded in rage,so long ago that my son does't even remember.