My Poet part (16) is like this. She wants relief, but she actually told T that she feels like if she lets go of all the stuff she is carrying, she will cease to exist. Like, after holding all this pain for so long, that is her identity, and she won't be herself (we won't be us?) anymore if she has to give it up. It's really the only thing that was hers. I don't know if that's how you are feeling. It's funny, because I can simultaneously wish for relief, contentment, and feel this push back against it, like almost a loss of self-ness if the hurt and anger (which is actually stored elsewhere) goes. T has been very reassuring. It was in the context of a spiritual conversation (via text) about Poet's reaction to some of his comments. He basically said that the truth of what is inside us is constantly coming up into the light and being made clean and new and right, that we "never stop being aware of our woundedness," but by being addressed, it "no longer rules over our souls or oppresses us," so that while we're aware of it, we're also free, unburdened from carrying it. Sometimes his spiritual stuff sends certain parts over the edge (sorry if anyone else has a similar reaction), but it was helpful, in this case, because Poet was able to acknowledge that it wasn't surrendering her identity to allow that relief.
It wasn't the same as it was before, the pretending it didn't exist or pasting a fake happiness on top of hurt and rage. It is really, finally and fully KNOWING those things, kind of putting them down somewhere, like how people used to erect altars or landmarks or monuments at significant moments during a journey and giving them a name to identify their meaning. And then maybe marking those places on a map and carrying the map along with her, instead of hauling the actual rocks themselves. That's how I envisioned what he was saying. Like, it's still something that belongs to us, a part of our story, a part of our identity, held onto in the way that one could take a journey back to a significant place to acknowledge it's meaning. But, because it has been taken out of the bag, placed into the light of day, examined and allowed to remain out instead of back hidden away (which requires putting it back in the pack to carry again), life will not be so heavy anymore. I don't know if that helps at all.
I agree that the little girl deserves to be free and happy. And it doesn't mean she gives up her identity, surrenders the experiences that made her into who she is. It just means she was finally safe to feel those feelings, to share them and receive comfort, as much as she needed until she felt like she could build a monument saying, "These stones mark the place in my life called suffering," put it on a larger map (the context of life) and walk away knowing it has been tended to, found a place it belongs, and doesn't require carrying anymore.
Sorry, once again, if any of that is triggering to anyone.