Going forward is the only way. Getting through each day, one at a time. Sometimes the days are easy. Sometimes they're hard. But I must continue on regardless.
I finished up a novel this weekend. I wasn't sure I'd would ever finish it and I'm not sure it was the best ending ever, but I felt like the people who had been following it deserved some closure.
It would be nice if real life had closure. However, I feel much better the less contact I have with my family. Not even just because of what happened when I was a kid, but because of the general attitude of guilt-trips, possessiveness, favoritism, pressure and general craziness. I'm so much better off without any of that.