I've been trying to answer this question all day.

And still. I have nothing.

No words of wisdom. No enlightened, elegant prose. Nothing brilliant to share.

The parts of me that were taken can never be recovered. The monsters that have committed violence against me walk unscathed. The abusers continue to abuse (with or without me there).

The best I can do to heal is to get as far away from them as possible.

And THEN gingerly examine every single little detail of every single painful, agonizing thing from my life.

Hopefully, it will be then, my heart will repair, and I will learn to trust again. To live my own life.

And never look back. And justice will be just another very benign word in the dictionary.