How Do You Help Someone Who Doesn't Know They Need Help?

How do you help someone who doesn't know that they need help?

How do you build someone back up after they have been torn down to shattered little pieces of themselves?

How do you convince someone that it is not their fault that they were hurt and abused?

These are questions I want and need answers to. I need to know how to help someone who clearly sees all the abuse that was heaped upon them as their fault, realize that it is not their fault. That they were abused by someone who was not worth the time of day.

How do I help glue all the little pieces back together after this evil being broke the fragile person, beyond anything anyone could ever imagine? I do not know of any broken heart crazy glue. I guess all I can do is be there, with an open heart and mind and try to let them know that they are loved. They are wanted. They are needed. They are something special, and worth a hell of a lot to others.

On top of that, I want to know how to deal with the anger I have at the person who used another so badly, that this issues is coming up right this very minute. I want to know how do I let it go, when all I want to do is find it and kill it like a rat in the sewer. I want to find it, and torture it the way it tortured the person I love. I want to make it feel all the hate, and pain, all the sorrow and self doubt, all the self loathing that it caused. I want it revisited on it. This is not a human. This is a thing. A person would never do to others what it has done. I want vengeance in the worst way. A slow, long torturous expanse of pain on this pox of the human race.

I am angry. I am in attack mode, even though I know I will probably never see this thing that caused such misery. I know if I saw it, I would not be able to restrain myself from inflicting copious amounts of pain on it. I am afraid I would kill it. Then again maybe not. Because that would make me as bad as it, and I never want to be compared to it.

So many conflicting emotions. All swirling around in my brain. Each emotions jockeying for the lead. Each one a valid feeling.

Sigh. Life is so very hard.