Sweetpea, what helped me was to accept HOW I felt about my pain. I couldn't, and still can't fathom, blood relatives abusing an innocent child. What I knew to be true was how deeply it wounded me; how it crushed me.

I couldn't figure out the logic because there is none. My emotions, my wounded, hurting self, that is what I knew I could address because that was my reality. Those were my emotions, those were the facts I could not change. My feelings and emotions are my most important responsibility.

So, I focused on accepting the fact that my own flesh and blood mother and two older sisters abused me mentally, physically, and emotionally and how deeply that made me hurt. How deeply it damaged me. I had to accept how it hurt me and changed me. Then and only then I became able to start to heal and move it behind me.

Does this help?