Write until you feel the sun on your face. Write until the burdens fall off. Write until your mental chains are broken. Write until your emotional shackles shatter.
Over, and over and over again. There it goes. The unpleasantness of that memory, causing you to wilt and wither. The thing that turned you into what and who you are today.
What if your healing required you having mercy on the one that caused your pain or trauma?
You could use pain as a ticket to make the world a living hell for others. But remember, you can also use it as a stepping stone to bring joy to others. You know and understand what pain is, and you do not wish for others to experience what you have undergone.
You are more resilient than the heat you are taking. You are more resilient than the circumstances that you have to bear. You are more resilient than the labels that you have been tagged with.
There is no science, medicine or philosophy that is wiser or greater or better than your instinct. Your instinct knows you; your depth, your capacity and your power to will to yourself to live a fulfilling life.