OK, I'm going to try to:

Be nice to the little girl.
To *allow* my mind to change instead of *trying*.
That I was only a child and incapable of knowing the repercussions of my actions even if I did know it was wrong to go with him.
To forgive myself for going with him.
That the blame lies with the perpetrator and my parents for not getting me therapy at the time, for not charging him and for making me go through that entire police investigation on my own without them.
That even though I don't love myself, I can lean on my cat's love for me to carry me through this and to constantly reassure me that he loves me, so I am lovable even if I can't figure out why.

Hopefully, that will be enough to sustain me.....hopefully.
I'll have to keep repeating these things in my head over and over until they sink into my thick skull.