Forgetting, from my experience, isn't the best way to cope either. I forget a lot but the damages are still there.
My hope is to see things as they are, in perspective, making mends with my past self. Having a broader perspective, I was hoping. What I was and what I have been through is not who I need to be in the future. The way people behave around the world is not the same as the family I live in. And I can and must love my twisted mentally ill family...after I love myself and know what is my place in the world.